Saturday was a productive day. Rachel, Anna and I went into Lincoln to the Farmer’s market in the Haymarket. No photos of that, either, because I realize that I almost exclusively take photos with my ipad, and that’s a little bulky to haul around everywhere.
We came home from that, and I set to some tasks that have been put off for a while, but mostly getting all the laundry done and defrosting the downstairs freezer. Last week I got an ice cream cone from there, and it was all mushy inside. Rats. It was sad throwing them out.
A moment of silence for their passing, please.
I think I know why thinks were not frozen. So much ice had built up, that food was basically just living in a cooler: