On having a bath with a fridge

While we changed the worktops in the kitchen, the fridge was banished to the bathroom, where we danced round it, trying not to get any of the decades worth of dusty grease on our clothes in passing.

In the end, DB had a bath while I bathed (= scrubbed) the fridge ;).

Both looked and felt (and smelled ;)) a whole lot better for it!

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