Given the terrible events that recently unfolded across Asia, it's hard to get in a lather about anything of a trivial nature. We are, in the scheme of things, very lucky. So in 2005, my determination is to be more positive and I will henceforth become known as Pollyanna.
However, there is just one thing I'd like to raise before I re-programme my mindset: chargers.
Like most people, I acquired a number of new electrical items over the Christmas period, namely an iPod (better late than never), a Bluetooth headset for my mobile phone, and a 1 million candlelight torch
All are absolutely fantastic (especially the torch, which I've put to good use sweeping for rabbits in the field at the back of my house). Sadly, all require charging at the mains.
That's not a problem, except the total number of items I possess that require recharging totals 21. In addition to the above, my inventory includes a dustbuster, Abmaster stomach exerciser, hedge-trimmer, nose-hair trimmer, strimmer, shaver, car bodywork buffer, mobile phone and laptop.
The resulting plugs, cables and transformers scattered around make the house look as though it's been invaded by a pit of vipers which are frantically trying to crawl into the cavity walls.
I should think myself lucky, however. I don't have kids. Most new-born infants are now presented with a mobile phone as soon as the umbilical cord is cut, which means that any household of more than two will haveinfinitely greater problems with charger overload.