Tales from Titchmarsh
original question I admit, but it seems that we now live in an age where everything – and I mean everything – has to have a name. I remember my dad, who was a plumber by trade, being rather amused (to put it mildly) when one of his colleagues took to naming all his tools. There was Lenny Lumphammer, Charlie Chisel and… well, you get my drift. Most of the chap’s workmates thought he was a. How else can you explain the need to christen every passing storm (here today and gone tomorrow) with either a male or female sobriquet? Yes, I know the damage that such storms wreak is, at worst, life-changing and, at best, an inconvenience, but what is the point in giving them names? Does it really make any difference to our attitude towards them?
