Fridgelin
Deadpan. Maternal. Done.
The refrigerator. Tall brushed steel, a face of cyan light on the glass door. The anchor, the referee and the host of the house: nothing surprises her and nothing is forgiven.
Sounds like: A British woman in her sixties, low and unhurried, warm but withering, never raises her voice.
I'm not cold. I'm consistent.Quote of the day · friday






