Fuck Fuck Fuck!

[Crowe]

So, it's Friday night; I'm being a good boyfriend and cleaning out the over-frozen freezer compartment of our fridge-freezer while the girlfriend is at work when suddenly, POP! Something "goes" and gas can be heard and smelt leaking from the freezer.

Enter panic mode.

I switch off every electrical device in the flat and flap around thinking the place is gonna go up in flames. I hurry down to the concierge office and explain what's happened and they assure me it's not harmful and to speak to our letting agents - which I do, I call the emergency line, open all the windows in the flat and thankfully he tells me it's non-lethal/flammable and that once the gas has dissipated everything will be fine. Although the fridge-freezer is fucked.

Fantastic.

Gonna walk round to the letting agent's office tomorrow as it's only a 5 minute walk and see what they can do. Thankfully there's not too much in the way of food in the fridge so what little is ruined isn't too bad. I'm just dreading a bill for it or something now (not to mention the "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" phonecall from Lauren when she reads the text I sent her). Good times.

And to think, I was just gonna go out and get drunk after work!

[Mr. Macgregor]

I think you should have stuck to going out. In future you will know better. A couple of pints is cheaper than a new fridge freezer. I think you should use that logic next time Lauren wants you to do somethin.

[Crowe]

Too right. Fortunately as well as it being Paddy's day, it's also my friend's birthday so we will proceed to get excruciatingly drunk whilst watching England vs Ireland in the 6 Nations, followed by playing pool, followed by watching the boxing tonight. Win.