An old soldier on sentry duty, long since past his prime, no longer on active service, but still standing tall and to attention, Norman’s old freezer has been guarding the garage since we arrived. It did contain a couple of ancient Christmas puddings (now no more than dust and nuts) and an awful lot of old plugs and wires, but it has not been working for many a long year.
There is no electricity in the garage now. It was probably linked to the mains from the big house and when he sold up it was easier to cut the electricity than rewire to our house. That was in 1983 so our best guess is that the freezer – a Bejam one, just like the very first one my parents had – has been idle for nearly three decades.
Our brand-new-used mower arrived today. I thought when I called to check on the progress of the repairs that I was being spun a bit of a yarn “we’re expecting the parts today, love… or tomorrow”. But an hour or so later he called me back. The mower was ready. Could they deliver it (though it’s too wet for them to demonstrate it today).
And thus today the freezer was unceremoniously dumped. After all those years waiting loyally to see active service once again, it was loaded into the back of the Subaru and bundled off to the tip, its place to be taken by a younger warrior not reliant on electricity for its fuel and rather better at cutting grass.
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