The fridge that we had in our pop top had a habit of freezing the tucker rather than chilling it. Our cold rissoles were a little frozen as the fridge had once more been working overtime. At least they were edible and Brian thought that the mashed potato tasted more like potato icy poles. I guess it would have been worse if the fridge was under performing.

The fridge in our caravan doesn’t like strong wind blowing on the fridge side of the van. Thus when we are free camping and running on gas it blows out, about every ten minutes. “Keep the bloody door shut!”