I've had a sort out today & Dian was stood talking to me as i quite happily sorted out my tackle shed, then she said the words i have dreaded hearing.
"Don't you think you've got enough tackle??
Why don't you sell some ofit??
Ngggggg gibber gibber wo wo wo wo oh no here i go again 
How can i make her understand that all the bootsales, auctions n cross country trips to tackle shops/ fairs/ trade shows etc were'nt for bloody fun.
An angler can never have enough tackle, its taken me years to rebuild my stuff after my ex-wife destroyed or threw away anything to do with angling (including stuff my dad left me in his will )
I've got to admit though Dian has spent a fortune on fishing gear etc for me & the best bit is she even comes with me when she can, she never moans about my last minute desision to go fishing or when i have the TV programs/videos on 
<said in a Winston Churchill style voice>
Never will i give up my tackle, i'll fight them on the beaches, i'll fight them on the streets but they won't get my tackle until they pry it from my cold dead hands!!
Just cos i ain't postin, it don't mean i ain't watchin