A fridge too far

Today saw a graphic illustration of my tendency to act before thinking. L decided that the smaller fridge in the bar should be moved to the kitchen to make way for the glass washer. L then retired to bed having been up at the screech of dawn to serve breakfast to a family of 5 from Indiana. This was pretty normal last summer but she hasn't done it for a while.

So, I took all the bottles out of the fridge, hauled it out of its corner beneath the window and manoeuvred it to the kitchen door...

...which it wouldn't fit through of course. After much heaving and muffled swearing I managed to lift it onto the bar, then carried it round through the front hall and into the kitchen. I've put all the dross that nobody buys (archers aqua, irn bru wkd, smirnoff black ice) in there and that makes more room for the stuff that does sell.


Here is the place we stayed last Monday. It's a converted coach house and they've used the height quite well. The bedroom is on a gallery accessed via the stairs and the bathroom's straight ahead.