My lovely sister arrived carrying a beautiful bunch of tulips, all the colours of the rainbow. Her fella, my equally lovely brother in law, arrived with a screwdriver, a wooden pole and associated fittings.
He was here to do my bidding on the DIY front, he announced. I was to put him to work on all those small jobs which I was having difficulty in doing myself. No job too small, no task too fiddly. Everyone needs a handyman
Did I have any screws about the house or, perhaps, in the garage? he asked, then - taking a look at my somewhat vacant face - followed this up by asking was there a hardware shop in the vicinity?
Well, we needed to pay a visit to the local chippie for our Fish 'n' Chip Lunch and there was, indeed, a hardware shop just round the corner. We stopped long enough to take a food order from the rest of our family: "Are you a haddock?" "I was sure you were
a cod." "Mushy peas, anyone?" "Who's up for sharing picked onions?" I'm sure you get the message. My sister endeavoured to collect everyone's Fishy Wishes on a blue post-it note which I had to keep safe in my coat pocket till we reached the chippie. It would
never have done, now would it, to mistake someone for a cod when they were, indisputably, a haddock?
Later, after we had enjoyed our lunch, my own personal DIY Expert (obviously I had to share him with my
sister but then we shared everything as littl'uns) set to work, fastening a hook on the back of the boiler cupboard door so that I could hang up my 2017 His and Hers calendar and replacing a flickering lighting tube above one of the kitchen units. We then
repaired upstairs to turn out two boxes of tools kept in Mr B's wardrobe in search of another screwdriver. Having spent the princely sum of £1.99 on a packet of six screws from the hardware shop, we now discovered a veritable treasure trove of screws
of all sizes, together with a drill, a set of pristine spanners and any number of helpful tools, the names of which escaped me. I will know where to look next time...
My new bird house, a present from the
RSPB for renewing our joint membership, is now proudly in position on the back fence and there are useful bars in the airing cupboard and the boiler cupboard on which I can hang towels and tea towels. What's more the brass knocker has been screwed back onto
my front door which no longer sports draughty holes where it used to be. Mr DIY is pleased with himself and I am grateful indeed for all his endeavours.
The day was not, of course, all about Baz's DIY efforts.
Getting together with my sister, her fella and their son made for a day full of chat and laughter. Sharing the news, sharing the love.
It's hard to ask for help but I've found friends and family are not just
wiling but positively eager to help. Our Boy, on his latest visit, found a computer expert to sort out our Technology Related Problems. Each of the Darling Daughters in turn has made their contribution, whether holding my hand, metaphorically speaking, when
I underwent eye surgery; accompanying Mr B and me on a hospital appointment; gifting us a new wireless printer and being prepared to drive down to see us when needed with a Rampaging Rascal and a couple of Twinkles in tow. Kind friends have kept Mr B company
when I was out, cooking him lunch or dinner, playing cribbage with him or just chatting.
Please just ask, everyone says, we're happy to help. And it makes me wonder if we - by which I mean you, me, all of
us - should be prepared to ask for help more often?
Like Mr B and me, you'll find how wonderful it is to get by with a little help from your friends.
in our case, such a lot of help, so very much appreciated.