Since this blog seems to be a natural home for white goods-related stories, here’s one about my fridge that transpired over the last week or so.

Y’see, I’d been waking up to find a puddle of water in the middle of the kitchen.  It appeared regularly, of varying size, and puzzlingly appearing to leak from the corner of the fridge or freezer.  Troublesome to mop up and unpleasant to step in, it proved unwilling to yield any clues to its whereabouts.  The fridge appeared fine on inspection, and the freezer – though in need of a good defrost – wasn’t dripping at all.  I turned it down a bit, the water became more voluminous, and the odd phenomenon continued.  Did I have some aquatic ghoul slurping around my kitchen at night?

The origin of the mysterious fridgetoplasm was only revealed yesterday afternoon, when I opened the fridge door and the large glass jar of tap water kept there fell in half right in front of my eyes.  It seems that upon turning up the fridge a while back, I’d frozen the water in the jar, which for whatever scientific reason had expanded outwards, snapping the jar in two and producing a slow trickle of water from the exposed ice-cube therein.

It must have been a fair amount of force to break the jar – it’s pretty thick – and clean enough that the jar held itself together until I jerked the door open.  The wonders of the physical world, eh?

Location Crisslefridge was an ancient PD game for the Atari ST/Amiga (I think) which I spent some happy time playing back in the halcyon days of the early 90s, and thought was called Operation Crisslefridge ’til literally moments ago.  Respect to you Gweez, wherever you are…