me and my fridge

It's the little things that mean the most. And to me, it's having a little extra shelf space in the fridge.
When I was back in Singapore for my 2+ week visit, my flatmate Yukiko had emailed me with the gleeful news that we had a new fridge. It wasn't brand new out-of-the-box. But more importantly, it was bigger than the old one.
Us four in the flat each had to contend with one single shelf, a little area on the door enough for a litre of milk and a couple of bottles of pesto or tomato sauce or in the case of the Thai girl, various pastes and chilis.
But today, there is ample room for my milk, pesto and even OJ.
My food, which this morning includes some 3 eggs, a really big bunch of coriander, two tomatoes, a carrot, two jars of jam, one of kaya, and one of mayo, one bottle of chili garlic sauce, hallumi, and various other whatnots, sits on not one, but one and a half shelves! So no longer does the coriander need to be squashed in a tiny space. It has room to breathe (and hopefully keep better).
We even have extra space in the freezer as this not so new fridge no longer ices overnight, leaving freezer compartments stuck as the old one did. Instead, I've got some chicken thighs, peas, and prawns (always useful for a quick pasta) and even managed to stash a frozen dinner of spinach and ricotta canelloni for a lazy lazy stressed out night.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my exciting news for the week.

Otherwise it's been study study study, read read read, type type type, agonise agonise agonise.

The gloomy weather yesterday didn't help. It dripped and dripped from lunchtime until night. It never really rains in England. It just drips.

Today, the sun finally showed itself. It looks like it's gonna be a nice hot (for Brighton at least) one.