I don't do housework...never did much in the first place, but since being ever so sort of poorly I now have the perfect excuse to let the dust bunnies gather and breed away to their hearts delight...
But the small chest freezers were stuffed full and had a thick layer of ice round the tops and Himself kept yanking packets out and scattering frozen peas everywhere...then he'd announce we didn't have any ice cream when I knew full well we had two cartons of raspberry.
So I armed myself with gloves and oxygen and set to. Honestly, what a blooming palaver...and why was there one solitary Yorkshire pudding right at the very bottom all on its own...and a packet of fish fingers with a sell by date of three years ago...and the inevitable plastic containers which could have had left-over stew or a fruit crumble...no way of knowing until it was cooked.
Anything which looked remotely suspicious went into the big saucepan where it was boiled up on the range for the dogs supper...it smelt quite nice actually...then Himself scooped the ice out...I couldn't do that 'cos the top squashed my meagre chest when I bent over and I had to do a bit of breathing...now all the lumps of dead animals are in one freezer and pasta, veggies, bread and so on in the other...
It won't last of course...there'll be a packet of frozen peas on top of the sausages before the week is out.
I was knackered after all that, so had a bit of a sit down and a nice cup of tea...