The following day, it wasn’t any better … rather worse, so yesterday morning we called the super. He came up to have a look at it, and said it was one of the original fridges from when this was built, back in 1967. Different quality back then, it seems … They’d order a new one, he said, and asked if we had some cooler where we could put stuff in the meantime.
However, when suppertime rolled around, our new fridge was already installed and up and running. Sometimes apartment living really has its perks. If nothing else, it’s care free — all we had to do was to pick up the phone.
So now we have this fine, white Frigidaire — the old one was General Electric. It seems it’s larger on the inside, even though the outside measurements are pretty much the same. Also of course, we got the grand opportunity to sort out lots of stuff that had to go. More than I would’ve imagined. From now on, order will rule 🙂 We didn’t lose any food, except one milk, and the freezer wasn’t affected by this.