Decisions, decisions...

Boxes. So many boxes, so many to choose from. I could feel a hint of panic beginning to claw at my gut, as it tends to do when I'm confronted by such an overwhelming choice. It's happened before, and recognising it's onset, I took a deep breath and fought the urge to grab the box nearest to me and run off with it.

The problem was that it was a minor purchase. Big things I have no problem with. When it comes to buying a big thing, a television, a fridge, a computer, for example, I do my homework well in advance, and I'll know exactly what I want before I even walk into a store. But small things, ah that's where problem lies. It's difficult to do your homework when making an impulse buy after all.

And this was most definitely an impulse buy. Perhaps it's consequence of swearing off chocolate (mmn... chocolate...), but this afternoon I was accosted by an inexplicable and irresistible urge for... toast! Delicious, crispy bread, lightly toasted to perfection. Of course I had no toaster, hence a few short minutes later, I found myself standing in a nearby department store gazing at a dazzling array of toasters. Who knew they came in such a variety? So many different shapes and sizes. And such price ranges! People really pay £120 for a toaster? Someone must really love their toast. Fortunately I had time to prepare a list of requirements that my toaster had to satisfy, thus enabling me to whittle down the choices:

1. Must be able to toast bread
2. See #1

Hmm, actually that didn't help at all. To my eternal shame I soon determined another criteria. I choose the toaster that matched the tiles in my kitchen.

Somehow colour coordinating kitchen appliances feels right, and yet so very wrong....