I was at the dining table, and so could not see the freezer, which is the lower half of our fridge. But my father opened the freezer door, I don't know for what, and there was this awful sound of water splashing out. There can't be many domestic kitchen appliance-produced sounds more worrisome than the suggestion that the fridge has decided it should be ore of an oven instead.
So it would be only a few minutes until my father and I were shouting at each other, him over my failure to get a mop rapidly enough, me over my parents' failure to ever put a mop --- or broom --- anywhere I might be able to locate it. It turns out they keep the mop in the garage by where the attic ladder pulls down. Also we had shouting matches about my not getting towels fast enough. Another point of contention was where to put the shelves --- they're more like baskets, really --- as I slid them out of the freezer; my inclination to set them on the counter rather than floor was apparently wrong. There was also tension about my unwillingness to pull the fridge out from the wall correctly just because there wasn't enough space for me to set my fingers between the fridge and the wall.
But in the end the cats watched on, horrified, as we bailed out the ice cube tray which had converted to a water tray, and my father did something or other while sending me off to look for an adjustable wrench. I never found one, but he didn't need it anyway. The verdict ultimately was that the ice cube maker was broken, but the rest of the freezer was working just fine. I don't know how the ice cube bin could be liquid while the freezer was freezing, but that's my father's judgement. He needs some part for that, and in the meanwhile my parents are satisfying their ice cube needs by using the mini-trays from my old college mini-fridge. I just put my soda cans in the fridge overnight and drink them without ice.
Trivia: The first leap year on the French Revolutionary Calendar was the year III. Source: Mapping Time: The Calendar and its History, EG Richards.
Currently Reading: The Panic of 1907: Lessons Learned From The Market's Perfect Storm, Robert F Bruner, Sean D Carr. (I suppose you can't quite call this a quickie book, can you?)