The things that frazzle me:

I am inordinately pleased with myself if ever I manage to do the least little thing round the house.  Today I have managed to put up two out of three rice paper shades.  The third connection is broken so I will have to send for an electrician.  I'm sure most people would think nothing of doing such a simple job, but I agonise over such things, thinking they must surely be beyond me, and get a big thrill and surprise when anything turns out right.

The other day I amazed myself by putting air into the tyres of my car.  Once upon a time driveway service was the norm, but for years now - about 30- you've had to do it yourself.  I tried once and the hose made such a hissing noise I was afraid I was letting more air out than was going in, so abandoned all hope and simply drove for 30 years without ever checking my tyre pressure.  But the other day when I was filling up with petrol, I saw a bloke putting air into the tyres of his motorbike, so went over and asked did he mind if I watched, as I wanted to learn how to do it myself.  These days there is a kind of box where all you have to do is enter the number you want, attach the hose and it all happens automatically!  Easy peasy.  I was up to the fourth and final tyre when a big black car pulled into the area and a Pakistani bloke got out and took the hose from me and finished the job for me!  I said, 'Oh for the days of driveway service.'  He said, 'Ask me.'  When I asked him where I was likely to find him in the future he pointed to the building.  He must have been the boss.  (Most of our service stations are run by Pakistanis, don't know why.)  But I won't need to, as I can now do it myself, Clever LIttle Sausage that I am!