There are times when my life just couldn't get more exciting.
Take today, for instance, when I decided to sort out all my assorted knitting needles into matching pairs.
Bet you didn't guess that.
I was motivated by the fact that one of the stall holders at the Table Top Sale in the Heene Community Centre yesterday morning was selling off pairs of knitting needles at 10p a
pair. Before embarking on a Knitting Needle Fest - and having assured myself that I will not miss the boat if I come back for more next week - I took it upon myself to sort out my needles in order to ascertain which sizes I was missing and needed to buy.
I explained to Mr B that, on our shopping trip to town, I would need to purchase a pack of elastic bands (for the securing of pairs of needles.) He acquiesced with alacrity. I guess I am what might be considered a Low
Maintenance Wife, given that I would be satisfied with a purchase costing just £1.99. I often think that Mr B doesn't know how lucky he is. Though it is fair to say that he does have other peculiarities on my part to contend with.
Our trip to town was a trifle stressful which had nothing at all to do with my purchase of elastic bands and everything to do with a certain lack of common sense on the part of the new, remodelled, refurbished cafe in Marks and Sparks
which failed to deliver the lasagne which Mr B had ordered and was looking forward to. We did receive a free cup of coffee to compensate for our inconvenience which, for a coffee lover such as I and one who is, moreover, Always Thinking of My Stomach, was
After our lunch, we repaired to the Food Hall where Mr B bought himself a lasagne for his dinner. Mr B is a man who always gets what he wants, though sometimes not exactly as first envisaged.
If he couldn't have lasagne for lunch then he sure as nine pence would have it for dinner. I can only admire his single-mindedness in the Face of Adversity.
We spend part of our evening (after Mr B has eaten
his lasagne) watching Ant and Dec's Takeaway. The cameras suddenly turn on some poor, unwitting victim, eating pizza at home with a group of friends. Surprise surprise! I wonder, not for the first time, about her friends' part in this. Did they make sure she
was wearing something attractive, rather than her zebra onesie which she would usually change into before settling down for an evening in front of the TV? Did they have a quick tidy-up before they sat down to their pizza, knowing that otherwise the cameras
would zoom in on dirty dishes in the kitchen sink and an ironing board creaking under the weight of creased clothes awaiting the magic touch of the smoothing iron?
It's not quite the same thing but I am reminded
of one of Mr B's birthdays when I had been made aware that the local Boys Football Club, of which he was one of the Team Managers, had written in with a request for a particular record to be played for him.
Foursome and I had the radio already tuned in when Mr B returned from his long night at work. His first action was to turn the radio off. I am ashamed to say that we all yelled at him to turn it back on. It wasn't quite the warm reception which the Birthday
Boy had been expecting. All was well that ended well. The request was played with greetings from the young footballers and Mr B was quite overcome with such an unexpected and thoughtful birthday present. I think he forgave us.
You will doubtless be pleased to hear that, having sorted through my knitting needles, I have culled no fewer than twenty singular needles while another twenty smug twosomes are presently inhabiting a decorative tin which used to house
a bottle of Malibu. Unfortunately some of the needles are too long so I can't replace the lid of the tin, which is not exactly tidy but you can't have everything you want in this life. I have written on one of Mr B's yellow post it notes the missing sizes
- 1, 5 and 13. It is more than likely that by the time I return to the Table Top Sale I will have (i) mislaid the post it note and (ii) forgotten which size needles I need.
I am, nevertheless, pleased with
myself. No longer will I have to hunt for a matching pair of needles each time I embark on a new knitting project. Mr B is pleased because, despite the best efforts of the M & S cafe, they have not been able to come between a Man and His Lasagne. Ant and
Dec are pleased because they have escaped the Celebrity Jungle and are back on Saturday night TV where they will continue to surprise unsuspecting victims in their homes over the weeks to come.
Life is, indeed,
about small victories. Exciting, isn't it?