Frigid

Last night was the moment they'll talk about.

Previously my worst absent-mindedness was mistaking a fridge for a microwave. But this was worse.

Last night I discovered that, some weeks ago I'd unplugged the freezer. FOR NO REASON AT ALL.

I opened it and discovered a freezer full of rotten, damp food. This saddened me on several levels.

Let's start at:
A) I'm very mean. This is a real waste of money.
B) I'm very greedy. This was a real waste of food.
C) Why the hell did I do that? What possible reason?
D) As a hoarder this was such an affront. That treasured box of Prawn Toast for an emergency. Those breaded mushrooms for a special day. The trays and trays of dim-sum, the roasts that will never be, the leftovers stored like a wine cellar of vintage meals. All gone.

Thankfully, Lee was over. And so I didn't dare even see if any of it was even vaguely salvageable, but made a great show of binning it all immediately. And didn't even go down to the bins to have a check after he'd left. Not even once.

(well, full disclosure, I did say of one stew: "Oh, I think it's still frozen." To which Lee replied, "No, the white stuff covering that is mould." Ah well.)