The best day of my life

Each part is taken out of their wrappers, slowly, one by one. All the bits needed are laid out in front of you. Some were difficult to obtain, some cost more than you would have liked, but everything is ready for you to start putting them together. There is a joy to it. You think briefly about those who manufactured and devised each element, but the real focus is on this final process. After all the patience waiting for key parts to arrive, the time is now right and whether with a bit of background music or in silence you begin. Care must be taken as any breakages now will lead to a further postponement. A few spares wouldn’t have gone amiss, but you have just enough for the job. An imaginary observer looking over your shoulder is given a running commentary, spoken to in the mind alone. A task undertaken.