When Alun left last summer he bequeathed to me his three drawers and their contents. Such was the trauma of his involuntary redundancy that I haven't been able to face doing anything with the drawers until now.
So this morning I sorted them out and the bottom one is now officially my Man Drawer! For those of you who haven't seen the Michael McKintyre sketch a Man Drawer is one of those places that all men have and treasure. It contains vital things like bits of wire, a tape measure (one that goes whiss in and out), plugs, those black bent metal things, batteries and all the sort of stuff that I would never use but feel I can't throw away 'because it will come in useful one day.'
I feel like a new woman.