It's cool

It wasn't the trucks going past on the highway that kept me awake last night although I think I could tell you how many there were and how many seconds they took from first hearing them humming in the distance to full bore and then receding again. (Yeah, OK, I'm a compulsive counter. As good as counting sheep, surely.) Neither was it the heartburn (but, gosh those curry meatballs were good.) And not Himself getting up to get a drink with the resultant squeal of the tap. (He often needs a drink in the night so why hadn't he thought of it before bedtime, but then again this is the man who can be sitting in the car with seatbelt on before thinking to rummage in his pocket for the car key. And it wasn't the  constant drip of a raindrop onto the metal air conditioner just outside the window as in a recent trip to Kimba. That was like a cross between the old Chinese water torture and the beat of a metronome.
No. It was the fridge. Humming gently and then  stopping. It was such a gentle hum that I thought it would be convenient white noise to drown out the roaring of trucks.
I was reminded of many other episodes with fridges in the same room as the beds. And the various solutions. Sometimes I've turned them off only to find the frozen stuff thawed and puddles of water on the floor - particularly bad where there is carpet. One memorable time in Broome there was an especially noisy fridge only a metre or so from the bed. The whole unit was open plan apart from the bathroom. Hmm. Yep. We could do it. SO each night we moved the (smallish) fridge into the bathroom and shut the door. Then next morning we reversed the process. Except that one morning we hand't got to it when the cleaner turned up. We fled before giving any explanation.
So last night after all my careful ignoring and screening out techniques I simply got up and in the dark fumbled around for the power point. Nothing. So I snapped on the light only to find there cord disappearing into the kitchen cupboard. Further investigation revealed a double adapter behind the fridge so I wrenched it apart and enjoyed the silence. And so back to bed.
Great solution. Nothing melted. Who needs a fridge anyway? Freezing cold morning in Balranald. That's cool!