What have you never been able to get the hang of?

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For me it’s blinds. Any kind. I flip them round the wrong way, send them sailing across the window when I’m trying to let light in, I break the beads, I get the strings knotted.

I’ve also tried to learn to knit 4 times and haven’t ever got beyond a few knotted rows with huge holes in.

I find it difficult to remember which one is which for knives and forks. I know what to do with each utensil I just can't remember which one is called 'knife' and which one is called 'fork'.

Duvet covers... They always win!

. I'm the same @Qiry I feel like I can't appear sincere when I say how grateful I am for their skill or have a normal conversation. It's painful. I end up over compensating by baking and then forcing it on them like Mrs Doyle and tea in father ted

Knitting: I have never been able to do that "finger twiddle" between stiches.

Making an omelette - always ends up a scrambled mess. Now resort boiling egg mixture in a sandwich bag

Walking in heels & generally being elegant at all

Swimming and playing the piano (not at the same time!)

Driving.

Fortunately I'm a Londoner so can get away with it.

Cycling & Swimming, glad I’m not the only one.

French

Excel

I was a disaster at gymnastics in school! However, it's not something I really needed much later in life.

The periodic table.

WTF? It's like I must have been away the whole term day they explained it to everybody else.

Dumplings, my parents can make them but mine always end up hard!

I never learned how to dive into water either.

Long division
I must upskill over youtube
I can drive but not in the city so it's a nuisance

Knowing instinctively which way is left and which is right, I always have to make an "L" with my finger and thumb to check.

Parallel parking. Haven’t done it since my test 20+ years ago. I forget which way to turn the wheel and get into a dreadful pickle.

Putting clothes together I can choose lovely individual items that suit me perfectly, but bugger me I can’t coordinate two of them.

I put it down to being a shortish skinnyish pear shape. Any advice extremely welcome!

French plaits and applying eyeshadow

I can’t click my fingers

Knitting, crochet and this brain teaser, remember you're only allowed to ask one of them a question.
Two guards are standing before two doors. One leads to your goal the other to a painful death.
Guard one says "one of us speaks only truth".
Guard two says "one of us speaks only lies".
The simple answer is to ask either one what the other guard would say and go through the opposite door. But that won't work. If the first guard is telling the truth about one of them always telling the truth the other guard must lie so "one of us speaks only lies" must be a lie. Or the first guard is the liar so "one of us speaks only truth" must be a lie.
I get so twisted up and frustrated I scream.
Then my head explodes, if I don't get ice cream

Wiring a plug, takes me hours and usually beg, blackmail or plain hire someone else to do it for me. Also scuba diving, can't cope with the whole breathing under the water but not drowning idea. My brain won't buy it.

Speaking or learning any kind of forrin. I was taught French at school for years and at the end of it, I could ask you where my aunt's pen is, but wouldn't understand a word of your reply.

At other points in my life I have attempted to learn Italian and Spanish. A friend tried to teach me to count in Chinese once and I damn near caused an international incident. My attempt at BSL was short lived but I still remember how to sign 'bullshit' but for the rest if, I look like I'm directing traffic.

The universe has told me (in English) to speak only my mother tongue and I have listened. Apart from my mn name

@polkadotpjs

. I'm the same *@Qiry* I feel like I can't appear sincere when I say how grateful I am for their skill or have a normal conversation. It's painful. I end up over compensating by baking and then forcing it on them like Mrs Doyle and tea in father ted

@polkadotpjs *@Qiry* oh god I’m the same. I either come across as though I know more then the tradesman or I develop this excessively girly, vaguely flirty tone. It’s either “yeah, you’ll need a 1/3”drill bit, a dry wall rawl plug and need to bleed that radiator” or “wood? What’s that then?”

Not as bad as my husband though who goes full 100% man and ends up saying stuff like “you seen the footer mate? Yeah, I thought the ref was a cunt to be honest. I’ll get the missus to make us a brew, white 4 sugars alright for you mate? Or are you sweet enough ha ha ha”

Incredibly embarrassing for all involved

Changing a double duvet without having to practically climb into the cover to sort out the corners

Origami. It makes me irrationally angry. It's folding paper, it shouldn't be so hard!

The running man/shuffle .

Long division for me too @burglarbettybaby. I have A level maths, a science degree, currently helping 2nd Dc through GCSE maths, have been through the CGP guide a few times, still can't do it.