As we used to say in England "It never rains. It pours" - a piece of logic that would make a meteorologist turn in his grave.The cause of my linguistic lash-up? Last week we bought a new washer and drier, because the washer retired with a groin strain, or something. Yesterday, we came back from our week away to find that the refrigerator had decided to heat everything, rather than freeze it. Our repair man has just left to order an $800 part! So, until Friday we are living the Victorian life, sans refrigeration. How will we keep the pheasant and foie gras edible? How will we get by with warm champagne? At least it's given us something else to argue about, seeing as the failed fridge is apparently my fault. I must've broken some rule on planet Pav.
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