It has been hot in Adelaide, 41 C for the last few days, which is 105F. It isn't abnormal temperature for this part of the world in our summer, it will get hotter.
I started to smell an odd odour, so I had a shower, but it didn't go away. Mmm must be time to change the undies :o :laugh:, No that didn't work either. So I go to work in this stinking weather and get home later, it is still boiling hot. The house is putrid. My fridge/freezer has failed and I have a freezer of rotten meat and a fridge of stuff growing fungi and weird colourful stalky things. Quite colourful really.
I get the stuff out into bags and get it into the garbage. Great the garbage collection was today, it is another week of this stuff rotting in the bin. So I move it away from my house as far as I can. I'm being followed by a cloud of flies for some reason. Damn must change the undies again :embarrassed:. :laugh:. Oh maybe it is the bin. :embarrassed:
So I head off to work and stop on the way at the store, see a cute guy, I'm the first customer, he sees me and smiles. So I tell him my sorry story. We check out a few freezer/fridges. And we talk about the size of the bits. This has a smallish meat area, but you shouldn't pack your meat in, there should be just enough to keep you satisfied. I agree of course. And comment that the dairy section is separate from the meat area. 'I wouldn't want meat juice to contaminate my eggs.' I say sweetly.
He sort of chokes and I think we both have been naughty enough. Well that one is on sale at 50% off. There are models in stock, they will deliver tomorrow etc. He then 'forgets' to charge me for the extra warranty with a wink.
I leave feeling good and we have had a few laughs first thing in the morning.
I get home, my neighbour, who is a young divorced woman who hasn't a clue how to take me, sees me drive in. She bought the house a few months back and is getting use to it. She has met me as both male and female presenting, and she has been fine, I have never explained anything, she knows I live alone.
Cindy, can you send XXX around when he has a chance. Sure.
I slip into some shorts and a top. and call around. Oh thanks. I think maybe someone has been buried in here. What were the previous people like ? Should I call the Police?. I smell the distinct odour of rotting meat. It is worse in the kitchen, she says. There is a cellar in the kitchen that she has never been into, she is worried. Maybe there is a corpse in my house?
It's OK I think I can help. I leave and move the bin of rotting meat away from her AC intake.
Whoopps
Cindy
:laugh:
You sound like you have a nice little life. I thought you were married.. I hope you get a new freezer.
That was just off humour! :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
As a funny story, that stinks.. :D
But having the fridge die sucks..
Bahahaha that is seventeen kinds of hilarious. :laugh:
btw I'm stealing
QuoteI have a freezer of rotten meat and a fridge of stuff growing fungi and weird colourful stalky things.
Cuz I can. ;D