I hate how my stroke makes everything so much effort. If you’re able-bodied, you probably never worry about complex tasks. You know, when you want to complete A, but to do so you also need to complete B. And to complete B, you need to do C, and so on. But I do. Each of these is, to me, a task in its own right, and the thought of all these tasks makes me give up before I even start.
A case in point today. Over the last few days I decided that I’d quite like to replace the dishwasher. I’m looking online, and I think I’ve found something which is ideal, but before I buy, I want to make sure it fits in the space. Can I find a tape measure?
I’ve had loads over the years, I’m pretty sure I’ll find at least one of them in my toolbox, but that’s out in the garage, which, these days, is a major faff to open up. So I feel I can’t have a dishwasher. I wouldn’t mind, I’m sitting here with my credit card.
A tape measure would also be useful because I’d quite like to get a chain curtain to put over the back door, which will allow me to keep the door open wide, but will keep flies out. Like you might have in your local butchers. But the first thing these vendors want to know, not unreasonably, is how big the doorframe is. So, I can’t have that either.
Reminds me of that old nursery rhyme:
For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
O how true these old sayings are!