If you don’t like something, change it.
If you can’t change it, change the way you look at it.
MsDD has gone back to school and it’s going to be a tough year for her. Instead of being intimidated and overwhelmed, however, perhaps it would be better to see the year as a challenge, as an opportunity to start defining the person she wants to become.
More prosaically, we have been investigating options for the scratch on my unused hob top. Apparently a replacement is out of the question because no-one wants to take responsibility foe the scratch that happened before my eyes. To be fair it is moot: the frying pan has seen better days (though it did not scratch my much cheaper temporary induction plate;) the builder’s painter should not have been interfering with the kitchen; Miele tell me that this has never happened before but that the worktop will scratch with friction; there might have been some grit from the building works on the worktop. Who knows?
We might ask someone to come and do the equivalent of French polishing on the hob top or we could ask Miele to replace the glass, both of which will incur a cost.
However: here’s a different way of looking at things:
If the surface is really so delicate, it was only a matter of time until a mishap of this nature. The painter’s scratch simply alleviates this burden of stress from my shoulders.
Nothing is perfect. And perhaps this imperfection in my new kitchen is Nature’s way of telling me not to fret because everyone and everything is fallible and nothing stays the same. Perhaps it would be better to learn to fret about something else.
So endeth the lesson.