Episode 35 – The Curious Case of the Lukewarm Milk

The Curious Case of the Lukewarm Milk

I used to think the fridge was my friend. A quiet, dependable ally in the daily war against questionable leftovers and the mysterious life span of condiments. It chilled. It hummed. It asked nothing of me, until recently.

Lately, my milk has taken on a rebellious streak. I’d barely get a few days out of it before it turned into something resembling yogurts troubled cousin. Naturally, I assumed it was me. Maybe I was buying dodgy batches. Maybe I was sleepwalking and leaving the door open. Or maybe, I thought with a sigh, it’s just perimenopause things, some weird internal hormonal fog making me forget how fridges work.

But today, I finally looked closer. The fridge dial was set to 1. One. The temperature equivalent of a lukewarm handshake. I don’t remember doing that. I’m fairly certain I didn’t. I mean, I like my milk cold. I’m not running a cheese factory.

So now I’m starting to wonder… could this be a new chapter in the never-ending saga of Subtle Domestic Sabotage?

Because if there’s one thing Bully excels at – other than awkward silences, dodging responsibility and the mysterious timing of legal updates – it’s making you doubt your own reality. And what better way to unhinge someone slowly than by ruining their tea?

Would he really sneak in and fiddle with the fridge dial just to throw me off my game?

Honestly? I wouldn’t put it past him.

Lesson of the Day:

Keep your milk cold and your enemies colder. Trust the fridge but check the dial. And remember: sometimes it’s not the milk that’s gone off, it’s the people around you.