It was the cats wot did it guv.

Today I moved the fridge-freezer out ready to be taken away tomorrow when (hopefully), the new fridge-freezer arrives.

In the process, I think I discovered what killed it. I suspect it was a long lingering death caused by the buildup of cat fur.

Pride before a fall & I love it when a plan (albeit Plan B) comes together.

Around ten years ago I replaced the water line to the fridge. For some unknown reason, I didn’t fit an isolation valve (I do know better, honest!). Which left me with the dilemma of how to shift the fridge without shutting off the water main. Removing the front panel I found the water line and decided to try clamping it off with a pair of mole grips (I cannot remember what Americans call them). That worked great until I started moving the beast out, and I discovered that I’d just been very clever and cut one of the internal water lines, and not disconnected the supply. D’oh! As my hero, Homer would have said.

Looking closely at the real connection, and prying off a bit of the back cover, I realized that the supply goes to an electric shut off, which only turns on when there is a demand for water. Problem solved, I just ripped out the solenoid and cut the internal lines (again).

Of course, I will have to shut the water off to hook up the new fridge-freezer, but that’ll only be for a few minutes (Fingers crossed!) and not the several hours I will probably have to wait for the new one to arrive. Of course, I may be able to get away with kinking the pipe up to stem the flow. But that’ll depend on where the hook-up is on the new fridge.

I guess it makes a change from backpacking and hiking.

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