My parents gave me their 8 year old Miele larder fridge when I moved into my first place in 2002. When I "upgraded" to a fancy stainless steel American monstrosity in 2005, I asked what they wanted me to do with it (sell/donate/dump)...
...they had a summer garden party planned for my grandfather's 70th, so I dropped it round and helped dad carry it through, out into the garden, next to the utility room and plugged it into a weatherproof extension reel, which ran through the catflap. It's not under any sort of cover, just a relatively sheltered alcove in the garden.
So the Miele fridge my parents splashed out on when they bought their first house in 1994 (when Dad left the Navy), is now called "The Magic Fridge" because:
A) It's never empty (the house rule is that if you take the last can/bottle of beer/cider/pop/champagne, you restock it)
B) It just won't bloody die...
Will grab a photo next time I'm round there.
...they had a summer garden party planned for my grandfather's 70th, so I dropped it round and helped dad carry it through, out into the garden, next to the utility room and plugged it into a weatherproof extension reel, which ran through the catflap. It's not under any sort of cover, just a relatively sheltered alcove in the garden.
So the Miele fridge my parents splashed out on when they bought their first house in 1994 (when Dad left the Navy), is now called "The Magic Fridge" because:
A) It's never empty (the house rule is that if you take the last can/bottle of beer/cider/pop/champagne, you restock it)
B) It just won't bloody die...
Will grab a photo next time I'm round there.