Now me, I'm no Mr. Monk, but I do occasionally push someone's piles of CDs straight for them (I tell them I was afraid they were going to fall over).
So, with the weather below freezing some of the time, I decided to defrost the freezer. I loaded everything in it into freezer-bags and put them outside into the snow, then I switched it off. This is something I have to do by touch because the freezer and the 'fridge stand besides each other on one side of a window and the plug socket is about 6' up from the floor on the other side of the window. It's a small window and part of it is obscured by the edge of the 'fridge. Pictured it yet?
One day we were offered a cupboard. I believe mum had been complaining about our tiny larder, the one in our previous home was a walk-in job, this one is more like a tall wooden box attached to the wall, so one of our neighbours who was throwing a cupboard out offered it to us.
It turned out to be a very tall cupboard, it stood about 3" short of the ceiling and just fitted into the space between the cupboard and the 'fridge with about a hand's width between them. Now if I wanted to switch off the freezer or the 'fridge... I think I mentioned all that. Basically I needed a stool or a stepladder and then had to lean over the 'fridge and feel behind the cupboard in order to get to the mains switch.
Am I back to the present day yet?
I got a bit lazy when I switched off the day before yesterday, I grabbed a nearby box and used that to stand on. I leant on the top of the 'fridge and just managed to reach the first switch and flip it off. I knew it was the right switch because as anyone with OCD will tell you, the device on the right is controlled by the switch on the right, and the switch on the left, which is the one I'd flipped off, therefore turned off the freezer. On the left.
Today I came home from taking mum out for her daily drive and wondered why there was a pool of water on the floor which had obviously not come from the freezer.
As you've probably guessed, it was from the 'fridge, as I realised as soon as I opened it and the light didn't come on.
For two days I've been leaving the heat on in the kitchen, occasionally leaving the door between the kitchen and the living room open so more heat can bleed through, and constantly spraying the ice with freezer-defroster, then wondering why it was steadfastly refusing to melt. I'd reached the point where I was about to put a pan of boiling water into the freezer, which is treatment I usually reserve for when there's a huge block of ice in there, and all the time the poor old freezer was desperately trying to re-freeze.
We've been promised more snow tonight, I just hope it's enough to save all the food I put out, I guess I'll find out tomorrow.
Meanwhile I can but ponder what went wrong. Why did I put the left plug into the right socket?
It's coming to something when you can't even trust your OCD to do the right thing.