A pity we are such a non-Freudian household, since i am sure our goings-on would have given the good doctor much food for thought.
The car was swapped for one with a hatchback a couple of months back and so, today, i finally got arund o taking a long defunct fridge over to the local tip.
OK. The chest freezer. There’s double entendre material for starters.
We “walked” it over to the car then tipped it over the lip of the boot, andrea steering from the back.
“Is it in yet?”, she inquired.
“er, no: you need about another three inches”, i replied without thinking.