A Love Story

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You first came into my life in a dark, wet and gloomy November.

There was another at the time, you knew that, and actually, the other knew that and that once you were in my sights they didn’t stand a chance.   The other knew that once I knew you were mine they were going to be relegated.  Kicked out into the cold of the garage until you could find somewhere else to live.

I worried if you would fit with our family dynamic, which is at best a bit chaotic.  I shouldn’t have worried.  You fitted straight in.  Looking right at home within minutes.   Like you had always been part of the family.

Since the beginning you have been there for me.  Always.

Solid, quietly brooding, asking for nothing in return.   You have always been there for me.   And for the teens, and in fact anybody who has asked anything of you, either big or small.

Even over Christmas when I asked so much more of you, you were still there for me.  Uncomplaining.   You just took all I threw at you and quietly got on with it.

From the indifference of teens.  The “ooohs / gorgeous / oh well done T, nice one” from all the women that have come across you and wanted to stroke you.   In fact, even other men have admired you.   You have taken all of it in your stride, without fuss.

And I don’t know about you but I have loved you since that first glance in Abingdon.  Honestly.  Some people say that love at first sight doesn’t exist.  I can assure you it does.   I fell head over heels in love with you that day and have continued to love you to this day.

I can’t imagine you not being in my life.

I always thought of your sort as being cold, but nothing could be further from the truth.  Well maybe on the inside you are, but that is part of your charm.   On the outside you are nothing like that.

You truly are as quietly confident as I was told you would be.

The words “dynamic” and “cool” have been used to describe you officially and I have to say that I agree with both of those statements.

Your energy rating is A+ (and I will say no more to spare everybody’s blushes)

I cannot fault you.   I adore you.

My gorgeous Miele fridge

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