Writer's Block

"Cheese."
Aldernak was pacing up and down the hallway, rubbing his chin and mumbling under his breath.
"Cheese, cheese, cheese."
Sophie watched him warily, wondering if he'd finally lost the last of his marbles. They'd shared a flat for nearly ten years now, and each year he got somehow more eccentric. Some of it - like sorting the fridge alphabetically - was harmless enough. But his insistence that only his 25-year-old toaster could produce edible crumpets had led to a couple of nasty fires. Needless to say, the toaster itself had emerged from them as the lone surviving appliance.
And now this...whatever it was. She couldn't imagine what was going through his mind, but doubted it was heading to some world-changing wisdom. No, the odds were much higher that he thought he was a hungry mouse, which made her yellow dress a touch unfortunate. Who knew Tom & Jerry could have such an influence on a 43-year-old man?
"I've got it! Sophie, Sophie!"
She jumped, then walked slowly towards him, frying pan clutched tight behind her back.
"I've been thinking, if we move this chest of drawers into the bathroom, and this table into our bedroom, we can get another fridge in here."
"Er...why?"
"For the guests! Remember last week when we ran out of Brie and Sue was so disappointed? We'll have a cheese fridge! Nothing but cheese, high quality cheese, any kind they might need!".
She studied his face for a moment to see if he was serious, then improved the view with a well-aimed frying pan.
When he woke up in hospital two hours later, the first thing he saw was a toaster plugged in to the wall nearby...