John, I have a pair of "left-handed" scissors by an allegedly reputable Finnish company, which are just left-handed handles stuck onto right-handed scissors. It's like having "Victim" branded across ones forehead...
I'm strongly Left-eyed and right-footed, and almost ambidextrous for things other than writing and fishing, which means I spend a lot of time just having fallen over or bumped into something, but it's given me a deep appreciation of what ambidextrous means with regard to utensils, and the next person who tries to sell me, as "Ambidextrous", a right-handed reel on which the handle may be mounted on the right-hand (i.e. wrong) side, is liable to end up wearing it internally. Grrrrrr...
The stir craziness is a mixture of being "On Duty" as chauffeur, cook and bottlewasher to the hard-working members of the clan; weather you wouldn't trust for ten minutes; disorganisation, a sense of option paralysis, and a sort of "Grey Dog" lethargy which may herald the onset of hay-fever. I shall archaeologize last year's Loratidine and see if that puts the Joys of Spring back where they belong. probably wishful thinking, but hope springs infernal...