For the past week I've been convinced that the hi-frequency squeak emitted from behind the fridge has come from mice that currently occupy our kitchen. The fridge arrived at the same time the mice decided to hold late night parties. Unfortunately 3 dead mice later, the squeaks continue.
I'm no kitchen psychologist, but... the fridge is a newcomer to the household and I have come to the conclusion that this pathetic 'pheeewp' is its way of trying to get some domestic attention.
The microwave, oven and washers, have been around our flat for a while, and I find their whurrs, pings and rumbles comforting. Through their noises they communicate. They say to me, hey I'm doing the job, I'm making your life easier, and in a few minutes it will all be done. But the fridge... well there's not much dynamism in the fridge. Yes it keeps things cool and it illuminates the kitchen at night. But it still lets the carrots go rotten, the milk curdle and hides the leftovers while they get mouldy.
Poor fridge maybe I am being harsh, I know its not the fridges fault. If there is someone to blame then its the makers for not developing its potential and instead allowing for this pathetic insecure noise. If only its makers had encouraged it to develop a decent digestive system, an effective way to deal with the rotting vegetables in its hidden chambers. Then, it could so easily compete with its dynamic kitchen neighbours.
I can hear it now, a short buzz into action then a great big gurgle and burp that says to me I'm disposing, I'm making your life easier and in a few minutes your mouldy old cabbage will soon be gone.