When my husband asked me if I'd like something to do, I was glad at the
suggestion, for having been in terrible pain for nearly three weeks now,
keeping occupied is becoming difficult, and I badly needed something to take my
mind off the relentless pain. Not realising what he had in mind, I sat eagerly
awaiting my new found project. As my husband walked towards me with a cunning
grin on his face, lovingly clutching a large box containing many little
compartments for nails, screws, nuts and bolts; I realised what I'd let myself
in for. My husband who is quite adept at do-it-yourself skills, in particular
carpentry, he must have every size and type of nail and screw imaginable. As
you can now well have guessed, my task was to sort out the messed up
compartments putting all the same type and size together. Although far from an
exciting or stimulating activity, it did keep me occupied and my mind off the
pain, and was a great exercise for dexterity in my fingers on the one arm I can
still use. After an hour, I had finished my assignment, only to find he had
more boxes like this. Every time I would finish with one, yet another would
appear, as if they were breeding in the dark recesses of his tool cupboard. My
husband now has the tidiest and most orderly tool cupboard, but next time he
asks me if I need something to do, I shall first ask what he has in mind before
merrily agreeing, otherwise he'll think I've got a screw loose!
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