‘Honey, I’m off to
work!’ Daniel shouted from the kitchen.
‘Hang on!’ I shouted
back and hurried to the kitchen. Our kitchen looked as though it had been taken
over by a technical crew; orange boxes and big bags were littering the floor
and table. I quickly checked the sink – nothing left there – and the microwave.
Unsurprisingly, there was a compass inside. I took it and firmly pressed it
into my husband’s hand.
‘Thank you, darling,’
Daniel said, smiling sheepishly.
I merely shook my head
with a resigned sigh; I knew my husband well enough.
‘North pole today?’ I
guessed on the basis of his warm outfit, huge fur-lined boots, and red face in
the cosy warmth of our kitchen. I glanced at the dial on the fridge. Good, he
seemed to have set it at the right coordinates.
‘Not just today, hon.’
Daniel checked his phone. ‘I’ll be there till Thursday. You know what it’s like
– too risky to let everyone return to their own fridges at night and then find
them frozen stiff like an icicle in the morning.’ Daniel grimaced, he had
obviously not meant to say that out loud in case I would worry.
‘A bit like that time
in Ecuador, huh?’ I teased.
Daniel had gotten lost
five years before when stationed in Ecuador for just one day; it had taken the
company one week to find Daniel and another week to find his fridge. Daniel had
been covered in mosquito bites from head to toe but had been otherwise okay. He
had been very lucky that the company had invested in malaria immunity.
‘How dare you!’ Daniel
cried in mock indignation. ‘That time was so not my fault – besides, I’ve got a
compass now.’ He winked at me and slid the compass into his pocket.
‘Righty-ho, I’ll be
off then.’ Daniel planted a kiss on my forehead. ‘Will you be all right all
alone?’
‘I’ll manage,’ I
shrugged.
‘You can always call,’
Daniel reminded me for the umpteenth time. He heaved a heavy bag from the floor
and opened the fridge.
Instead of the mundane
groceries one might expect to find in there, an icy blast of wind filled the
fridge. I shivered and stepped back. ‘I’ll leave you to it.’
‘Refreshing, don’t you
think?’ Daniel shouted over his shoulder as he chucked a bag into the fridge.
More bags and equipment followed, until the kitchen had emptied.
Daniel bent to peer
into the fridge. ‘Ah, I see Frank has arrived already. Hey Frank!’ he shouted
and raised a hand in greeting. He turned to me one last time.
‘Sure you’ll be fine?’
‘Don’t worry about me.
I’ll go see Rebecca anyway.’
‘Ah good, I’m happy to
hear you won’t be sitting around feeling lonely.’ Daniel smiled a warm smile
and blew me a kiss. ‘Bye now!’
And with that, he
squeezed into the fridge, which fell shut behind him.
I trudged up the
stairs and into the bedroom. Kneeling beside the bed, I extracted a weekend bag
from underneath it. My phone was still on the bedside table. I took it and
dialled the by now familiar number.
‘Hey, it’s me. Ready
to leave for Mallorca?’
Downstairs, the fridge
was quietly humming away, ready for my departure.
I wrote this after a friend said that his kitchen 'was a wormhole to the North Pole'.
