My moods fluctuate wildly not only from day to day but hour to hour. I could be high in the morning - as I was today - poised to start a new day and a new job but this evening I'm flat.
I sat for 30 minutes in the sun this evening soaking up my daily dose of vitamin D which I've been told boosts your immunity and mood. I ate leftover Indonesian Satay for my tea and took iodine supplements which is meant to support your thyroid/metabolism. I took a late lunch break and walked to Dunnes in Douglas to buy the iodine and a litre of milk. The weight of my backpack coming back up the hill was a workout in itself. I wore my sea breeze outfit; peppermint green t-shirt and turquoise green blue skirt which I bought in Marks at least 16 years ago and will continue to wear until it is threadbare. It flares down to my ankles and I feel like Stevie Nicks in it. Wearing these betrayed my optimism, the sun shone brightly but in the shade it was chilly.
I needed the milk because our fridge is broken. It was never great. Nothing in it ever seemed to be cold. It was my turn to host the book club about a year after we bought it. Book club night is a big deal and an even bigger deal for the hostess. I usually take a day off work to prepare. I bought six bottles of white wine, three bottles of red, a crate of beer, a 12-pack of cider and put all these, bar the red, into the fridge at lunchtime.
My guests arrived at 8pm. It's a given that the hostess does not enjoy the evening, at least I don't. Not only do I have to feed my guests but I have to ensure everyone's glass is kept topped up. All was going fine until the 11th member turned up late. When I asked her what drink she wanted she said a glass of white would be fine. I poured a glass and she went to join the others at the kitchen table. A minute later, she asked for ice. I said, "No problem" and went to get it. As I handed her a glass of ice, she said, "Thanks Ger, it's just this wine isn't very cold." I was surprised and said, "But it's been in the fridge for the last seven hours."
The next day, I received a flurry of phone calls from the other club members condemning her rudeness. Touched as I was by their loyalty, I actually agreed that the wine could have been colder: the fridge is rubbish. I had said it to Hubbie several times but he dismissed it as my imagination. So I lived with it. Since it's only five years old, Hubbie is convinced it can be fixed and because it's five years old, it's outside the warranty.
On Saturday, Son (22) and himself unplugged the fridge, dismantled the built-in cupboard around it - Son plans to create a raised vegetable patch from the planks of wood - and pulled it two feet out from the wall. On inspection, they reported that there was a bulge in the back. "Maybe there's a problem with the air circulating around the back. Let's defrost it 24 hours and see what happens."
The next day, the bulge in the back of fridge had not only grown but there was an absence of melted ice water on the floor around it. Hubbie plugged it in. It made all the right noises - something is whirring in there - the light lights up but it's colder outside the fridge than in. Hubbie finally conceded the fridge is knackered. He also confessed that when he bought it, it was the cheapest one in the shop and the salesman's only comment on it was, "You get what you pay for."
The new one is a German model and it arrives on Friday. Hubbie isn't sure if the company will install it but surely you just plug it in. There's always YouTube and it's vast reservoir of tutorials.
In the meantime, we've cooked all the frozen food; half of it ended up in the bin as we dared not trust the meat. No more dairy except a litre of milk every second day. I miss my cheese but it's no harm to go without ice-cream for a while. The sea breeze skirt is the only thing that fits.
The good thing about email/blogging; it's a great way to vent and very little effort is required. After my morning coffee, I feel like Beethoven on the keyboard. You don't have to leave the house, you don't even have to get out of bed. Any response usually sparks a counter response even though you have nothing to say which is the case right now.
I'll watch the news and then go to bed or maybe not: it's all about the virus. I miss Brexit and the water charges.
Tomorrow is another day.
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