This Woman's Life: Harsh reality and 'the aspirations' collide in the Capital of Culture
I've been putting off cleaning the fungus from the back of the fridge for too long now. Today is going to be the day.
I don't know why I put it off, it's not like I don't have a humdinger of an unused steamer just plonked there.
The thoughts of taking out the inside trays from the fridge makes the job seem a bit laborious. They have to be washed separately. Gawd, the drudgery. Then finding bits of old shrivelled carrots that resemble the toes of the Tollund Man does not help either.