THIS correspondent has long been in awe of those clever types who can invent things.
Starting with the wheel, then moving through to the steam engine and eventually the real life changers, like the stump jump plough - it's all amazing, really.
It's a shame that drop kick bonehead of a newly minted prime minister of ours has punted science from his front bench, for we suspect inventing things and science would be connected.
It's going to be a long three years with this federal government, but we're getting off the point here.
For just the other weekend this correspondent was reminded of the debt we all owe to inventors.
We had to attend a 50th birthday celebration and went to make the usual preparations only to discover that our esky was no longer in workable order.
Obviously this presented something of a major problem and required a quick trip to the esky shop to buy a replacement.
And it was here that we discovered a really remarkable innovation. One so simple, but that could change the way thousands ... nay, millions of people live.
For our new esky has ... wheels. Who would have thought? A mobile esky.
No more trying to carry an esky laden with a carton, ice and half a sandwich to any given destination. Gold medal winning weight lifters would struggle to lift them.
Often it was a job for two or three and sometimes this took the edge of the occasion, given punters were often exhausted by the time they arrived.
And just about everyone has an esky horror story. We recall a tale we heard from way back in 1975.
They were the days of foam eskies and a group were heading to the grand final at the SCG, featuring the Roosters and St George. Cans were the go then and their foam esky was full to the brim.
Unfortunately just as they were arriving at the gates, the esky gave way and ice and cans scattered everywhere. Having no other option they were forced to drink up on the spot. So-much-so that they can recall little of the first grade encounter.
Given they were St George supporters that's probably a good thing. The Roosters won 38-0 for those who aren't aware of such occasions.
Earlier this year we remember having to lug an esky into the Old Bar Roadside Circuit for the Troy Bayliss Classic and almost dislocating a shoulder in doing so. We were lucky to receive assistance from fellow travellers but it was still a tough 500 or so yards (or whatever that is in metres) that we had to negotiate.
But this is now a thing of the past.
From here to eternity we'll be able to easily work our way to any given destination steering our esky-on-wheels through crowds and over hill and dale.
Life will be easier and more relaxed.
And all thanks to some clever inventor. We cannot thank you enough.