I hope that you are not offended by this confession, but before this month I always took you for granted. A fridge was always just an omnipresent, integral, part of the furniture, a shiny cupboard, a boring purchase on 'The Sims'. Now I realise how much I have wronged you, because, Mr Refrigerator, you are a genius.
Without a fridge, men are no better than Cave-people; the addition of plastic bottles instead of leather around our milk does not stop it churning in the Sun!
As I sit here, fork poised over a sticky mess of pasta and barbeque sauce I lament -
" If I possessed a fridge right now I could have a sumptuous feast,
Fresh vegetables, cheese,
Maybe some meat?
Or even some leftovers from last nights tea.
Alas, it is only dry food and tins for me!"
You see Mr Refrigerator, your invention is one of the greatest ever. My diet is suffering without one. And although it is a selfish realisation that has led me to appreciate you, I hope you take me totally seriously when I say that if I was in charge, there would be a public holiday in your honour.
Sincerely,
Rhio
