However, like delivering a baby, the reality is much, much less straightforward than a first imagining. And messier. And more painful. In the event, last week there was something of a false labour. Leaving everyone tired, sore and apprehensive. While calls were made and negotiations began, the old fridge had to be coaxed back into life. Icecream had melted - things were tense. (I'm not overplaying this, am I?) Anyhow, very quickly the delivery firm Arrow XL took hold of the situation and sent me a manager. I would have preferred a fridge, but it was a start. This was the problem apparently. (Just the one!) So the manager agreed to send me my fridge with four men to deliver it. A four-man drop. (Probably best to pause the fridge-baby comparison here.)



