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On Wednesday, I had to throw the last third of a trifle away as it had gone off in the bottom of the fridge - usually the coldest part of the fridge apart from the door. I couldn’t understand why it had gone off so quickly and put it down to a sloppy topping or perhaps the milk. On Thursday, I had to throw a pint and a half of milk away because that too had gone off, this time in the bottom of the fridge door - usually the absolute coldest part of the fridge.