Alder's Tone

With my suspected glandular fever finally easing at Christmas, MOTS and the boy got colds that pogressed quite badly into an increasingly annoying cough for MOTS. The boy soon got over his though, and I picked it up from him just in time to get back to work on the 2nd. Thanks, son!

And then the real fun begins. With a slow re-introduction to work after the break (the sarcasm there has to be pointed out) there's little energy left at the end of the day or week. Which causes conflict when you have no fridge, have to work around it by using the beer fridge instead, and get generally upset by not having pipe flexible enough to do the job you need to do.

Thankfully, at 9pm on Sunday, the new fridge was finally in. It was delivered on Wednesday, by two chaps who were not helpful in the slightest, who were rather rude and were insisting on being jobsworths. Of course that was far from the truth, but they went so far above and beyond the call of duty when they delivered it that what they did didn't happen, I didn't see anything, and I can't name them for fear their employer might bring about reprimands for excellent customer service.

With help from Ali (a lot of help) we're plumbed in and gradually filling the bucket with ice. Which is where the nightmare was supposed to begin...

On Wednesday night the boy found the new appliance sat in the kitchen. He wasted no time in pushing the two levers, one for the water and one for the ice. This is going to cause problems, when he gets cold and wet with the rush of our finest tap water spilling out all over the floor. It's got a child lock, but that just locks out the control panel and leaves the water and ice functional, according to the manual. Thankfully the manual is wrong, and the water and ice is turned off when the child lock is on. But what it does do is play a two-tone tune when they are pressed, thus encouraging the little one to push the levers. Well, better to have music than a wet floor I guess.

During our use of the beer fridge we have seen an interesting development. The odd Muller Corner has vanished from the fridge. Hmm, where could they be? We didn't need Sherlock Holmes to work it out, MOTS herself was witness to the "thief".

The boy was getting used to opening the fridge, getting a "Dori" (the Finding Nemo branded tubes of yogurt) to eat, but took it further with our Mullers. He helped himself, went to his cutlery drawer to get a spoon, and took his "swag" to the lounge where he opened his new found snack and devoured the lot. MOTS managed to catch some of it on camera for future prosecution purposes!

So is 2009 to be the year of independence? Or the "get it yourself" year? Or just the year he turns into a food monster, which he does when he's coming out of a cold...