Bloody yoghurts!
The kids like yoghurts. Not real yoghurt but these fruit corners, or cadburys pots with the flake pieces or fromage frais but the gits never eat them and I find a set of 4 in the back of the fridge 6 months later, growing a new life colony. Enough antibiotics to keep Ethiopia alive.
I detest cleaning out the fridge. My sister has got one of those huge silver American ones with double doors and an ice making machine. It dispenses crushed or cubed ice.
I'd be happy with a fridge minus the penicillin culture.
Oh well.
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I got my fridge out of a skip. A local convenience store shut up shop, and a few months later when builders went in they chucked the huge COKE fridge out, one of the ones with the brushed aluminium innards and curved glass door. Couldn't believe my luck, but it was some job getting it home. Now I can see what's gone mouldy without having to open the thing to remove it.
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