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He either moved on, or perished. We replaced that fridge around 5-6 years ago and I do not recall seeing his corpse. I miss him.

Well...the missus is getting thoroughly fed up with him. She was blindly jiggling a yardstick around the edges of the fridge the other day in a futile effort to squash or dislodge him, but Albert is too smart for that, he's clearly right round the back somewhere. I just have no idea what he is...

I'm actually growing rather fond of it. Its a little like being in the video to "Club Tropicana" (if you've ever heard the opening to that classic track, before that irresistable funk baseline fades in and grows). As I saunter up to the fridge for a Coke to put in my Bacardi, I can't help but...

I have absolutely no idea. Regular as clockwork though, when darkness falls, Albert kicks off. And he's still chirping when I climb those wooden hills (luckily I can't hear him from upstairs though).

If anything, he's gotten louder.

Still there. Still chirping. I've decided to call him Albert. I talk to him at night when I visit the fridge for a top-up.

I'll get OVER it I suppose.

Noticable in the kitchen and hallway. Once I'm in the lounge or upstairs I can only hear it if I REALLY listen hard for it. Still annoying though.

Done that. Its still chirping. OK, its not the most unpleasant of noises. In fact, when I crack open a cold one in front of the fridge, its a little like Club Tropicana. But its annoying when I have my toast in the morning. If Stoo's right, looks like I'll be stuck with it for a week at least...

And its driving me NUTS I can hear it ALL the time. Its clearly in the kitchen, and initially I thought it might just be a kind of squeaking noise that the fridge was making against the wall, vibratring or something. So I've budged the fridge around a bit, but the noise PERSISTS. Taking the...