you could be forgiven

for thinking I am a witch

Last week, during a series of 40degrees+ days (that’s Celsius, not Fahrenheit), the refrigerator decided to go on strike. Just the coolbox part, not the icebox section. We have been keeping comestibles in an esky (that’s ‘chilly bin’ if you’re from across the ditch and ‘cooler’ if you’re across the big puddle) while considering our options; and because …