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Plan B


 Wow, order placed on Tuesday, processed and sent out Wednesday and lo and behold, the tracking works and on Thursday afternoon the thermistor is delivered to the campsite. That was a lot earlier than the original estimate of Monday!

The team got to work and soon the old sensor was removed. It’s a fiddly job because the action end is pushed through a hole into the depths of the fridge base. We had the tools and a good torch. I will admit now that I watched a video on YouTube on Saturday, so I knew what to expect.

I didn’t admit that to our neighbouring campers and they were very impressed. I think I have done wonders for Great Britain.

I transferred the small quantity of thermal paste across to the new sensor, hoping that the rest is at the end of the tube that it’s pushed into.

All screws back where they were supposed to be, wires secured and then we plugged in. 14C - that’s promising and better than 36.

So we loaded things back in and secured the fridge back in its place. Then the anxious wait for the temperature to begin to fall. It really was tense but soon it was down at the set point of 4C and a degree lower and it turned off. Result. Normal service has been resumed.






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Anonymous said…
Good job
19 September 2025 at 21:00
Anonymous said…
Very resourceful and great outcome.
20 September 2025 at 05:45
JMM said…
Reading this blog is an education! Thermal paste, who knew?!? Wishing you warm weather and cold beer.
20 September 2025 at 06:56
Anonymous said…
Excellent problem solving 💪🏻
20 September 2025 at 07:21
Tim said…
You’re too modest!
20 September 2025 at 20:09
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