Defrost our smallish fridge. The door doesn't shut well, leading to a wall of ice forming behind the top two shelves, though not in the freezer. Had known, subliminally, that a packet of blue cheese was embedded visibly in the ice, hence my reluctant decision to defrost. But feel like the discoverer of the ice man as my knife reveals a forgotten foil packet of butter and a deformed (though surprisingly not burst) tin of bitter lemon. Should have done this sooner, obviously, but we've only been in the flat a month, and were away a week of that.
Pick up the earpiece of headphone, which is lying by the table. Only to have J point out that it has been serving a purpose. For whatever reason, the radio works better when the earpiece (not at the moment being used for silent listening, is on the floor. Well, who knew? Not much incentive for domestic efforts around here.
Maggi stops in after her appointment at the clinic. Only had to wait two hours, she says wryly. So lunch and a beer, slightly warmer than it should be after the defrosting.