Now I'm not exactly what you'd call a born housekeeper. As I've confessed before, I do love me some cleaning porn, but there's an enormous difference between study and application. While I'm only too thrilled to read magazine articles about the joys of removing lime scale from steel fittings, actually getting off my ass, buying the lime scale remover, putting on gloves, applying it, waiting the prescribed time, trying not to pass out from fumes while waiting the prescribed time, then sponging it off seems a bit too much like hard work for me. Hell, I could barely concentrate long enough to write it!
But every now and then it becomes glaringly obvious that my preferred housekeeping methods of denial and procrastination will no longer cut it. I'm forced to stand up, swallow a big old teaspoon of cement, harden the hell up, and just do whatever it is that's crying out for action. So this morning when I realised that the contents of the fridge were a tad greener than they should be, I fought back my apathy and stepped up.
Expired dairy products, left over take away and ridiculously old fruit and veg were all dumped unceremoniously into a garbage bag, then rushed out to the wheelie bin quick smart to avoid any unnecessary stinkiness. Condiment jars were carefully examined for expiration dates, and a serious debate was had between me and the feline cohabitator about whether the five day old sausage should go in the bin or in her bowl (she won).
But the real hurdle was the unidentifiable something I found hidden on the lowest shelf behind the two week old lettuce. It was impossible to work out what it used to be from a visual inspection, but I think it was either a small furry rodent or some left over Chinese food. If it was a rodent, then I'd guess it died in a fight to the death with the jar of minced garlic sitting next to it. If it was Chinese food, then guess it was combination chow mein.
But I suppose that's a mystery that will never be solved.
The back of a fridge can be a hazardous place to visit. I tend not to look too carefully at mine.
ReplyDeleteI came this close to getting dragged in by a rogue chicken wing!
DeleteI'm glad you lived to tell us all the story. Weaker folks have not survived the dreaded fridge cleanse ya know.
ReplyDeleteI know, it was a terror I can't adequately describe. At night, I can still hear the screaming...
DeleteYour fridge is like a live action Dungeon and Dragons or a really nasty Rubik's Cube. Then, once you clean out all the old food, do you dare look at the surfaces of the fridge from whence they clung?
ReplyDeleteWell, lets not go overboard with this whole cleaning shindig!
DeleteHaha I did some fridge cleaner this morning also but mine was pretty empty so it was very easy after 6 cups of coffee and the face mask :] Glad you survived better then that whatever it was in the back.
ReplyDeleteIt was a close call, but I'm wily and it was cornered.
DeleteWhen I clean the fridge, I always find socks in there. I am not sure if I sleepwalk, or I am going insane.
ReplyDeleteHmm, interesting. Are they your socks, or just randomly appearing ones? Maybe the black hole that sucks up random socks actually ends in your fridge!
DeleteI live by myself 30 meters from a super market that opens at mid night and closes at 9pm. I have heaps of things in my fridge, its just that its heaps of space.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I don't live in walking distance of a Supermarket, I'd never be able to control the middle-of-the-night impulse purchases.
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