Fridge

It was my bedtime; I was walking off towards my room clutching my hot-water-bottle under my arm. Then I heard some groans coming from the kitchen. Not wanting to miss out on anything exciting I turned around and started to walk back. My brother met me on the way telling me that the fridge had died. It was a shock, but it was expected.
Rest in peace dear fridge.
It was a really cool fridge; it had a lock and its rather retro handles were the prefect length, so that one could open it with ones toe while having both hands occupied.
But then by some miracle we discovered that if we bang it really hard and jump up against it, it starts to work again. Sort of.
This morning we put the thermomotor inside the fridge. It was 15 degrees C. two degrees warmer than outside the fridge.
Cold.
So we banged against it some more and in about an hour the temperature dropped two degrees.
Yay.
Anyway, it’s really cold here. It is –7 degrees most nights.
¡la ducha es fría!
¡! El lavabo tiene frío!
¡el baño es frío!
¿el refrigerador es caliente?