Ok, so this is a repeat but, frankly, those bloody computer cables are driving me bonkers. Every car I get in seems to have its guts hanging out of the dashboard so every conceivable device can be charged. It is a matter of time before I electrocute myself as one drops into my coffee. But then I’ve been here before, with this post from a couple of years ago. via Being clever because they can
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😱 I shall repeat myself
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It’s a nuisance, isn’t it, and I have a whole load at work acquired over the years and which I can’t throw away. I remember my mother had some piece of equipment which she used to have to plug into the ceiling lightbulb fitting, can’t quite remember what. Christmas tree lights?
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My grans iron had exactly that. Goodness now that takes me back.
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I hadn’t thought of it for literally decades! Funny how people’s musings haul these things up out of the grey matter depths!
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oh tell me; the bells rung by someone else’s memory. We saw a film last night – All The Money In The World about the Paul Getty kidnap and what struck me – set as it was in the early 70s – were the fashions. I was straight there!
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