Chapness disturbingly intact (white goods edition)
In the last couple of years, we've had to replace both fridge and freezer. The old freezer was some coal-fired thing that had probably started its life keeping Vesta curries and Findus crispy pancakes fresh and hateful, but latterly had been kept busy storing fruit found in hedgerows and Lush products.
(I should note that when a Lush farty-fox or snotgobbler or something suffers a containment failure and leaks over an opened bag of Aunt Bessie's idle-bastard spuds, the resulting taste is really quite unpleasant. Your colon shines up a treat, mind.)
For reasons of recession-related comedy, both comestible-storage devices came from warehouses which went out of business soon after.
On Saturday the fridge light went out. I lumped the switch one, the light came back on, and I thought no more about it.
Later, the light failed to work again. I lumped it some more, the lamp flickered a 'fuck you' and stayed off. Oh well, it'll be a dark fridge that emits surprises.
On Sunday, the inside of the fridge felt rather warmer than I'd expect. Well, bollocks. It's a cheap fridge with no warranty. On the up-side, all of these modern devices are insulated to death and you can't hear the motor going anyway.
(Which is actually an annoying thing. In days of yore, you could tell if your computer was having a hard time because you'd be able to hear the drive going 'wokwokwokwokwok' as the r/w heads seethed hither and yon. These days you have to find the Activity Monitor and try to work out what it's failing to tell you because some bugger's decided that 'iostat -x 5 5' is far too hard to understand. So it is with larger appliances. One used to be able to listen for the two-stroke death rattle of the freezer, realise that it had probably been running for far too long, and go discover that the door had been wedged ajar by a surplus sprout.)
This AM I hauled the apparently dead fridge from its lair under the breadmaker and started wondering how best to tin-snip my way in to get at the wiring for the lamp/temperature control.
The mains plug about fell out in my hand, which was unexpected. I plugged it back in on the off-chance and the little bastard gurgled back into life.
I can only guess that since the lead was hooked out of the way into the top of the head-exchanger, and the thing's been wobbling to and fro on three legs for, oh, about a year, thr 13A plug had quietly worked its way loose over time.
(I should note that when a Lush farty-fox or snotgobbler or something suffers a containment failure and leaks over an opened bag of Aunt Bessie's idle-bastard spuds, the resulting taste is really quite unpleasant. Your colon shines up a treat, mind.)
For reasons of recession-related comedy, both comestible-storage devices came from warehouses which went out of business soon after.
On Saturday the fridge light went out. I lumped the switch one, the light came back on, and I thought no more about it.
Later, the light failed to work again. I lumped it some more, the lamp flickered a 'fuck you' and stayed off. Oh well, it'll be a dark fridge that emits surprises.
On Sunday, the inside of the fridge felt rather warmer than I'd expect. Well, bollocks. It's a cheap fridge with no warranty. On the up-side, all of these modern devices are insulated to death and you can't hear the motor going anyway.
(Which is actually an annoying thing. In days of yore, you could tell if your computer was having a hard time because you'd be able to hear the drive going 'wokwokwokwokwok' as the r/w heads seethed hither and yon. These days you have to find the Activity Monitor and try to work out what it's failing to tell you because some bugger's decided that 'iostat -x 5 5' is far too hard to understand. So it is with larger appliances. One used to be able to listen for the two-stroke death rattle of the freezer, realise that it had probably been running for far too long, and go discover that the door had been wedged ajar by a surplus sprout.)
This AM I hauled the apparently dead fridge from its lair under the breadmaker and started wondering how best to tin-snip my way in to get at the wiring for the lamp/temperature control.
The mains plug about fell out in my hand, which was unexpected. I plugged it back in on the off-chance and the little bastard gurgled back into life.
I can only guess that since the lead was hooked out of the way into the top of the head-exchanger, and the thing's been wobbling to and fro on three legs for, oh, about a year, thr 13A plug had quietly worked its way loose over time.