Harassed I tell you, that’s what I was and by my friends no
less. Let me explain how it happened.
I had a full day off work, my children were at school, I had
declined an invitation for morning coffee, (no mean feat) and unusually I had
no appointments to attend so I decided that I would finally get to grips with
painting my kitchen. It had been a project, long under discussion and my friend
had already chosen (simply because I’m hopeless with colour charts and not a
good decision maker) and picked up the paint and paintbrushes that I would
need.
I spent a couple of
hours prepping the kitchen and was just about to start when my phone started
beeping. It was friend number one,
aforementioned who had given me a nudge to get my kitchen sorted in the first
place. ‘Measure your kitchen windows for me and I’ll pick up the new blinds for
you.’ So, off I went, scouring the house
for a tape measure. No sooner had I replied with the measurements than another
message came through, ‘Have you started painting yet?’ She knows me so well and
that even at the eleventh hour, something will ‘come up’ and I will put off
starting the kitchen. I assured her that
yes, I was literally about to dip brush into paint and I’d get to it if she
stopped messaging me.
Two walls later, my phone beeped again. Friend number two wanted to know if I had
booked a Dr appointment yet about my itch. (Should one mention an itch in a public blog?
Please rest assured that it isn’t THAT kind of itch but more of an allergy
induced, requiring super strength antihistamines, kind of itch.) I assured her that yes, itch was contained,
being treated and no recommendations of creams and preparations from her would
be necessary, regardless of how hilarious the product’s write up on amazon was.
Just as I was finishing off the first full coat on the final
wall, you guessed it, my phone beeped again. Friend number three had tagged me
in a post. ‘Had I started my ‘30 Day Challenge’ yet?' It is a fitness plan that requires you to do so
many squats, crunches and planks each day for 30 days and the idea is that you
post your results in order to encourage one another. It all looks so
fabulous and simple to start with; all listed and plotted beautifully on a
colourful chart, a few enthusiastic fitness fanatics (sorry but there is no
other word for them) had already started taking screen shots of their planking
times and posting them for us all to see. So, I assured her that yes, I had indeed made
a start. After my initial flippant thought of there’s no way on earth I could
manage 30 ‘crunchy bars’ in a day, I had You tubed each of the exercises; just
to make sure that when I actually commenced the challenge properly that I would technically be optimizing it.
Surely this background research counted as having started the challenge?
By 8pm that night, having given the whole kitchen and
utility room two coats of paint, I could barely move and fell into a chair completely
shattered. The expression ‘I’ll just give the room a fresh lick of paint’ makes
it sound like a quick process; not an all day job that gives you a full body
workout and renders one almost comatose with exhaustion. I must admit though, my
kitchen does look fabulous. Thank you friend number 1: you did such an awesome
job of kicking my butt into getting on with it, friend number 2: you’ll be glad to know that the hard graft
completely took my mind off my itch, and friend number 3: surely painting for
an entire day is equivalent to me completing the first three to four days of
the challenge?
How blessed am I to have such wonderful friends? To all
those reading this, I wish you the same level of harassment that I enjoy.