My hands have been good servants. They have worked hard over the decades, and have hardly once complained.
I wonder how many millions of words they've written, how many runs they've scored for me at Cricket, how many pen or pencil lines they've drawn, and how many strokes of a paintbrush they've overseen?
They've pointed, they've been shaken as fists, and sadly they've even taught a few people timely lessons. They have been powers for good as well as the occasional bad.
And these are my feet. A pretty average pair I would say (size 44).
It's difficult to estimate such things, but for most of my life they must have walked a good six miles a day. That adds up to over 155,000 miles during my lifetime; in fact I should think I've walked a lot further.
They've kicked balls, they've peddled bikes, and they operate the stop-n-go system on my car. They take me from A to B without complaining.
Human hands and feet are very well designed. We do wonderful things with them.
I would hereby like to 'officially' thank both my hands and my feet for the stalwart service they've offered. May our association long continue.