Attachment to things? I should say so. I've warned Mrs Steve that if we ever get divorced (which is as likely as a duff bottle of Hirondelle), there is a certain kitchen knife that she is NOT bloody having. And if she thinks she's getting my big lidded stainless steel frying pan, she's got another think coming. Then there is the question of my 30-year-old clock radio. She can sod off. It's mine. Do you hear, darling? MINE!