I have shared my life for the past 41 or so years with a faithful servant - our fridge.
Sadly this week, despite our prayers that it would last until we had a new house, it died.
What a lifetime of cooking, entertaining and everyday meals we shared.
It even followed us from Tecoma to Sydney, to Hawthorn and now to Geelong.
It has, I must admit, also been somewhat eccentric in recent years - refusing to light our way inside for some time now and stubbornly filling the freezer with frost in a matter of minutes - requiring my urgent attention about monthly in Summer. It also developed a nasty habit of dripping from the underside of the freezer into whatever hapless food sat in the middle of the top shelves.
I have forgiven these quirks as its solid construction and enamelled vegie and meat bins have been a comfort to me over the years.
Time to say farewell and as I helped push it up our driveway (no mean feat as those of you have been here will attest) I patted it and said thanks to those who used to make appliances to last! (Guess whose mum had a Whirlpool!)
Welcome to our new companion! A whizz bang silver monster with vertical doors and more freezer space than I have ever had - I feel some baking and squirreling away coming on! Stock anyone - and more than one flavour of icecream!!!