It will be shocking news to those of you who know me, to hear that I have been subject to a whole string of accidents. Fate has been against me from the start. The current issue has been with my right foot. The initial injury occured two weeks ago today. I did what can only be described as a complete air step, having tried to put my full weight down on the seat that was just not there. A big bang followed, along with some bruising and a small amount of swelling to the top of my right foot. Very serious, as it has prevented me wearing heals now for a fortnight. As the week I rested it before running again ended, I stubbed it quite badly into the door that allows access to the compressor for the fridge, left open by the other member of team Grace. This morning we went running at 6.10am (be impressed) and I managed to stub the same foot on a cat's eye and do a very dramatic falling roll in the street. The impact of this is not really serious, however I will be attending the 80s night this evening, drinking cocktails in flat shoes and Phil says that if I do not start to learn from my mistakes he will lose sympathy with me. I say keep buying me the cocktails!
What could you do with three cans of green gunk, a tub of Vaseline, gaffer tape, some cling film, bin bags, cardboard, and a power drill? We insulated our fridge. Right now, it looks like a Complete Bloody Mess. Today we learned that Bavaria insulate the sides and the bottoms of the fridge boxes with similar polyurethane gunk. Who'd have thought? Of course, we'd removed the compressor and drilled a couple of holes before we discovered this. Anyway, we're now convinced that the heat mostly was escaping through the wafer-thin top of the fridge, which makes sense as there's often sunlight directly onto the dark work surface. Tomorrow, Sara will attack the gunk with a bread knife and some sandpaper and it should come up nicely.
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