Potato Peeler

Unbelievable.  It would be sad, but it is not.  To me anyway.
Washing up that is.  I know it is my lot in life.  Ok it is not my only lot in life, but it is one of them.  I know though I would be doing something else if I was not doing that.  Besides, I think it is a fair trade off for the sustenance Merril cooks me.
So here I was washing up.  (I am setting the scene here)
It was a day like any other day (except yesterday and the day before and the day before that).  Maybe I should start again.
It was a day.  I am comfortable with that.
As is my custom I was washing up early in the morning.  (for anyone to be able to picture this I need to describe where I am standing and how it all works.  I accept that at this point I could lose some as they find something more exciting to do.  Although I cannot imagine what.  Watching grass grow is the only thing that comes to mind.  The things to wash are on the left of the sink.  I move them from there into water where I wash them.  They are then placed in the washing up wrack to dry.)
Except the knives and forks.  They are placed in a bowl we have for that.  The bowl is like it was made for it.  Never mind it was.
Where the knifes and forks normally go I put unusual implements.  Like the potato masher or the potato peeler.  And big knives.  And this is where it happened. (I have mentioned knives which is likely to rase the temperature.  Except nothing bad happened.)
I had washed the knife and put it where it goes.  Next I washed the potato peeler and threw it into where it normally goes.  That was when it happened.
TO BE CONTINUED
Actually I could not do that.  I don’t like getting totally absorbed in a show only to have “To Be Continued” appear at the end.  I want to know what happens now.
In throwing the potato peeler where it goes, I dislodged the big knife and it clanked into another position.  At that point it occurred to me something small can influence something big.
It is like an ad playing at the moment (in one way they are not successful as I could not say who it is for).  It shows people turning on lights.  What they say is many little things make something big.  That rings a bell with me.  It is what I hold to.
I am little and not big.  But many of me can do something big.  I have seen that on the news.  Someone is trapped under a bus or by a train carriage.  Many people combine to lift the bus or carriage.  Individually that would not be possible, but many hands make light work.
As an individual my significance may be small.  But many of us make it big. I see potato peelers in a new light now.