I've never had much trouble with electricity and electrical gadgets until I moved to Wales. Things always worked more or less consistently and power cuts were very few and far between, apart from the so-called Winter of Discontent back in the seventies of course.
But here, power cuts happen surreptitiously. I can come home in the evening or get up in the morning to find that the clock on the microwave needs resetting or the answerphone is blinking and Sky goes off if there's so much as a hint of stormy weather ahead. And then there are the times that things around the house mysteriously develop a life of their own.
The washing machine decided today that washing the clothes was fair enough, spinning them was just too much trouble.
The kettle has become temperamental too. Now and again it boils... and boils... and won't switch off.
The digital radio in the bedroom refused to work while I was away last week but has behaved perfectly since my return.
And then there's Keith's grey computer (not the yellow one, you understand, the grey one). When I'm sitting alone in the living room late at night on my laptop and Keith's computer suddenly whirrs unbidden into life - well, it's a bit unnerving, to say the least.
But then, this is Wales.
You get used to it.