Broken fridge

Yesterday my refrigerator died. Light was on and the freezer below was working fine. I just happened to open the fridge and wondered how warm it felt. I touched the back wall with heat-exchanging pipes and it didn’t feel any cooler than the rest. I believe the compressor is broken. 

Basically there’s nothing I can do until Monday. Maybe it’s time to watch Barry Lyndon. In 18th century nobody even dreamed of cold drinks in summer. Or did they? The rich might have cold cellars or chunks of ice somewhere restored in sawdust. Something coolish but nothing like what we’re used to now.

Now when I think about it, I might take the eggs in the cellar. I hope it is cold enough. That’s a real low tech solution but I have to have something for breakfast.