Defective Refridgerator.

I want to be a tower of strength, like a shining, smooth refridgerator. Cool, calm and collected. Keeping things fresh.
I have no idea what I'm on about. Bear with me.
But I worry that someone will pull the cable out of the back of me, and all of that coolness will go. Then everything I've worked so hard to preserve will go rancid.

Anyway, in other news, Folk Week is edging nearer. Colours, morris men, rum and hot chocolate, friendly strangers, dancing, stars, tents, beer, cider, laughter, free spirits, poi, lights, dresses... yes.
I'm a bit 50/50 in terms of whether or not I'm looking forward to it. Much has changed in a year, but I like to think for the better.
Very dry creatively; my main idea has been a personification of the cafe where I work. Rough notes include:

Raspberry ripple stretch marks
Each dirty table the cut on the knee of a youngster, needing attention and cleanliness
Customers' orders the wishlist of a wanting child

Blah. I should write more down.