I’m extremely pleased with myself today.
I went to Comet and bought the wire dodah that I need to plug my MP3 player into my car.
I know that in itself it’s not such a huge revelation but bear with me it represents much more:
I know what an MP3 player is and furthermore I now own one.
I was able to go to an electrical shop and not feel like a Mrs Van Winkle who snoozed through a technical revolution.
My new car has gone to another level of fabulousness.
I don’t have to have a clutter of CDs lying about in the car.
The Archers podcast means that I’m freed from the tyranny of 2pm, 7pm or Sunday mornings.
The Panther and I have survived one year of marriage and are still talking (the MP3 player was an anniversary gift).
I can listen to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack as loud as I like whenever I like.