LAURA J FITZWILSON
Ballarat / Student
Have been studying from home since April.
I am about to finish my degree in Literature/Creative Writing in Victoria, Australia. I rarely left the house before COVID and now it's worse.
I'm at a music festival, hanging out with friends in beanbags in a tent where no music is being played. A friend asks for a drink, so I go to the full-sized fridge that I brought along. The friend says, "Woah, hold on, I just want to make sure that the fridge isn't expired." I tell him that that's ridiculous, fridges don't have expiry dates. He says he's just being careful. I check. "Yeesh," I say. "Okay, look, it says it expired in 2001 but I promise it's still good, it doesn't make sense that fridges expire, I cannot emphasise enough how stupid that concept is." As I am extolling the virtues of my expired fridge, a huntsman spider crawls out. I point at it and look at my friend. "I just want to say, for the record, that this has *nothing* to do with the fridge being expired."