We now have The Driver's old fridge (as his hut is being demolished) in our orifice.
Switched it on on Monday, looked at it suspiciously, then left it to make several different types of strange noise in the corner. Sounds a bit like the spaceship on Star Trek now.
Still nowhere near as noisy as my Rolls Royce-engined desktop, though.
So here it is: the inaugural refrigeration of a sandwich.
Mum was over at the start of this week, hence the fact that it is a Debenham's sandwich (also, I'd drunk a full Venti Mocha at Starbucks just before this, and couldn't eat it.)
Et, voil�: un sandwich, avant d'�tre mang�. Shortly afterward, it was gone.
From this, we can conclude that refrigerated sandwiches are delicious, and will be eaten.
Quod erat demonstrandum.
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