Following a late night search for my phone charger, this pile was left for Mr. Waffle one morning along with a tart note saying 1) I was going to throw them out unless he mounted a very convincing defence and 2) did he have any idea where my mobile phone charger might be?
He confessed that he had “misfiled” my phone charger in the drawer with his – where it is easily found, being apart from the big box of wires we are not allowed to throw out (including, until recently, Air Canada headphones purchased on a transatlantic flight about ten years ago – never used since that initial trip). Is it my fault for buying a big box where all these things could co-exist in harmony and develop their own ecosystem?
Yes, I too have a large box of wires mostly belonging to my other half that mostly connect to nothing. It is entirely my fault for providing a box.
given your upbringing you throw out more than expected.
I knew the box was a mistake.
Hel, Action/Reaction.
Mr Waffle is missing out. I have a box of wires too, but every flex and cord is carefully labelled saying what piece of equipment it belongs to, and everything is tied up neatly. Its minutes and minutes of fun. I recommend it.
Ken, men are weird. You’ll be pleased to hear that my charger is now neatly labelled “Anne’s phone”.