Ho ho ho, it's that time again, to the loft I was sent by Mrs Mullard Magic to get the tree down so we can put it up. Thereafter came a sequence of huffing, puffing, muttering and sighing which was a wonder to behold as you can see from the photo below: -
You see, our (vintage) serially connected christmas lights had ceased to work. Mrs Mullard decided enough was enough and we went on a fraught foray to our local shopping centre to get some new whiz-bang lights. Of course, the ones I wanted were NOT SUITABLE, can't think why:-
Just because some numpty picks the wrong font for the external packaging is no reason for them not to work just fine!! Anyhow, after exploring 96 different light types and going back to the very first one, Mrs Mullard sprang for a set of 200 LED lamps guaranteed to outlast us. Me, I'd have been satisfied with stringing a few UL41 on the tree and powering them to bask in seasonal thermionic bliss.