It's always the small things isn't it

So I'm sat at the computer about to work on the photos from last Saturday's shoot and think, to celebrate P J Harvey winning the Mercury Prize for the second time, I'll listen to Let England Shake. But there's silence. The light on one of the speakers isn't lit, must be the fuse, okay let's get the plug take out the dead one and replace it. Thirty second job? No. Two hours.

I haven't a clue which of the plugs sitting in the surge protector is the one for the speakers, the PC, the external back-up, the screen, the Router or the cradle that the video camera sits on. Of course it should be a simple job to eliminate the working plugs except that the area behind my desk looks like it was installed by a 1950's GPO engineer and the simple soon becomes the difficult and not long after that the tedious. Not only that but the desk is so sturdy it must have been hewn from the mightiest pine in Norway and the gap between desk and wall is barely large enough for my hand to pass through.

Anyway the plug is found, fuse replaced and then I decide to label each plug for future reference - do I have to be so anal about everything? But the bizarre thing is this, there are two plugs leftover and not only that but on Tuesday I was transferring photographs from one external back-up to another and now neither of those are plugged in but all the spare sockets have been taken!