I can tell the exact moment when I know my weekend has slipped out of my control. A job runs overtime, friends drop in or some family emergency comes up. I know this is when (if I am within half an hour drive of a hardware store) I am vulnerable to making a rash purchasing decision. Why? Because modern marketing has relentlessly impressed on me that by buying something I am achieving something. All I need is the next gagdet and my problems will be solved. I am trying to buy back control so I can feel satisfied (which rationally I know is an illusion). Some recent Sunday afternoon temptations: Light fittings (never installed) Sharpening system (not opened) Big Steel Toolbox (if i buy a ute one day, will be very handy) Rubber downpipe plugs for bush-fire preparedness (don't even know where these are supposed to go!) In consolation I wonder how many routers, drill presses, band saws and whipper snippers never even get unpacked in the first 6 months. Ironically, all that is needed to s...