What’s the inside of your fridge like? Pristine and gleaming white and full of wholesome food, yoghurt, houmous and the like? Or when you open the door is there a faint odour of something gone rottish inside? Or like the example left, is it the preserve of a beer monster?
Ours tends to be a mixture of both. Mrs P is a healthy eater, while the beer monster is me. (Thwaites mild, delicious.) And occasionally there is the whiff of something well past its sell-by to be fished out slimily. Read more ›››