It was saturday 1st march. My grandmothers birthday. I climbed out of
my four-poster bed and changed into my golden silk dress. I heard a
noise coming from the dining room.I rushed down the stairs to find
that it was only the fridge making noises as usual. I walked back up
the stairs and started doing my hair. Funnerly enough it sounded
again. I didn't bother this time. My bed started to rattle. So this
time I was getting really annoyed.I went down the stairs and
shouted to my mother open the fridge. She opened the fridge and the
light on the fridge was out!. It was 3.30pm,everybody was coming
round to give presents. The door bell rang. I answered it. The people
gave their presents,drank,sang and ate until it was time to go. It
was 5:30am. Me,my mum and grandmother opened the fridge and to our
amazement, the fridge was working again. I had a rough idea who it
was who fixed it. My Grandfather,Joe. He had died fifteen years ago.

That was magic!!!!