Long, long ago when my Pete and I looked like this:
we decided to set up house together. One of the first essential items we bought was a fridge. With our very small, just out of our teens, budget we bought a very small fridge. As it was the eighties it was a fashionable almond coloured fridge. It was not frost-free (too fancy!) and it had no features other than a light which would work if you jiggled the button in just the right way after you had opened the door.
This fridge has been very good to us. It has moved five times and just kept chilling our food for all of these years. For quite some time it has been too small to meet our needs, but why would we replace something that was working perfectly well? Now, however, our milk goes off a little too quickly, we are too lazy to do those regular defrosts, we can no longer open the bottom drawers to see what is making that smell. A decision had to be made.
Today we took possession of new fridge.
Old fridge has been sent to sit in the corner before making its final ever move. New fridge is big and shiny and frost free.
It has to keep chilling our perishables until 2032 because we work on a twenty-three year cycle for replacing fridges.