In fairness its not everyday that brunch consists of Chicken Burgers and Carte D'or, but then again, it's not everyday that I get to see that little flashing red light on the top of the fridge freezer, alerting me to my general door closing inadequacy. Yes, the door was of course closed, but was it closed properly? Not so much.

Now, this is the kind of household mishap that happens, you know, a freak one off occurance that is not entirely without an amusing side, if you aren't repulsed by the site of food going to waste. Yes, this freak one off, however, comes only a week after a freak one off freezer malfunction in our other freezer rendered it useless and forced us to pull of a daring, dunkirk style, against all odds evacuation of anything that was savable, and fill up the other freezer. So, not only is it the second time in as many weeks, but this time it was cram full, and this time most everything was defrosted, the bottom draw alone remains frozen enough to leave everything in, and the kitchen now looks like a branch of iceland. There are packets of mince finishing there defrost, only to be cooked later into Bolognaise and refrozen, the fridge contains millions of chicken strips to be eaten within the next day or two, the bench has cake and crumpets, so I guess thats tomorrows breakfast sorted out. The haddock is on its way to a caring new owner who will use it tonight and the carte d'or is, as previously mentioned, already eaten in the interests of not allowing any wastage, of course, and not just because it tasted nice.

Next weeks project? Plead with the third world for fogivness for all this food wastage, and start to refill the freezer with whatever I can lay my hands on on special offer at iceland....