There is nothing quite like the feeling of accomplishment when one has completed a whole number of tasks on the never ending “To Do” list. When I say “one”, I am talking about myself, of course,
but if you are also feeling quietly accomplished, like me, then I am really pleased for you.
We are only three days Into this week but I have already booked the
annual service of our home security system; had my double oven cleaned; taken delivery of (i) all our Christmas cards and (ii) the Middle of the Darling Daughters’ birthday present; ordered labels to be affixed to said Christmas cards, once I have managed
to get round to writing them; and requested a larger recycling bin from the local council. I have been to the dentist where the hygienist praised me for my More Rigorous Use of a Toothbrush; had my regular B12 injection to gee me up; and ordered and taken
possession of a new Ambiturn to replace the old one on which the brakes appeared to be failing with the potential of consequent risk to Mr B’s health and safety. I have also made an excellent start on the long job of rehanging pictures on our walls which
have remained startlingly blank since we decorated quite a few years ago.
If you have been concentrating (and I don’t blame you at all if you have allowed
your mind to wander) then it might just occur to you that almost all the alleged accomplishments listed above are generally down to the hard work of A N Other while I have done little that is more strenuous than lifting the telephone to my ear and pressing
a few buttons.
So the fact that my double ovens (why have one oven, when you could have two?) are shiny clean owes nothing to me but everything to the fella who
toiled over them so assiduously yesterday afternoon. It’s the postman I have to thank for delivering my parcels, and cheery chappie from the NRS Community Equipment service who ensured Mr B’s future safety by arriving on the doorstep with a new
Ambiturn this morning, collecting the old one without complaint . It was a nurse who gave me my regular injection and - if I am being completely honest (which, as you know, the Daily Blog always tries to be) - it was my new electric toothbrush which deserved
the hygienist’s praise. You wouldn’t believe the difference in power between my old toothbrush and my new one.
How about the recycling bin, you
ask, surely that was an accomplishment arranging for a larger receptacle for all our recyclables? What you don’t know is that it’s Him Next Door who kindly wheels out our bins (refuse one week, recycling the next) on the due morning each week as
he sets off for work. On recycling week, the poor man has had to deal with a full bin plus an overflow of materials into any number of additional boxes. It seemed the very least I could do to simplify the process, given that my gratitude - like my recycling
bin - runs over.
Hanging the pictures? That is the kind of accomplishment which makes a real, very visible difference - surely I can be proud of that? Except that
it was the Really Rather Wonderful Kay (who helps me keep my house in order) who suggested I let her loose with hammer and nails. All I had to do was to wander around trying to decide which picture should be hung where - then indicating the rough position
with my index finger. Kay, being a bit of a perfectionist, took this as an indication rather than an exact position and carefully measured each wall to ensure each picture was centrally sited.
In the end I decided to ask Mr B for his opinion on whether I could count any of these activities as “accomplishments.” And here I must apologise sincerely and profusely to any of the several people who have been
helping me get things done. I hope you all know how much I appreciate / respect / love (please delete as you feel appropriate ) your efforts on my behalf. So here’s what Mr B said, somewhat predictably:
“Why have a dog and bark yourself?”