I need a moan cos I'm getting annoyed now

 A fortnight ago  the plastic wing mirror cover disappeared from the car. Tony thinks it must have blown off when he was on the way to work. Like a good little wifey I went online and ordered another assuming Tony would pick up some paint for it... That was a fortnight ago.  The plastic cover is still sitting in the garage unpainted.  The plastic bag that himself had wrapped around the mirror is in shreds and if he doesn't get the blimmin thing  painted and back on then I've wasted £20.  I've even offered to have a look online to find some matching paint but he reckons he's going to call into Halfords and buy some... Not sure which century he will do that mind. And while I'm having a moan I asked him to cut a wood panel in half the other week.  It's still sitting on the grass.  Now yes, I can do it myself but I'm trying to include him in the garden as he does like to tell everyone that WE grow all our own veg. He's never sown a seed or taken a cutting in the twenty years we've been together and he's never planted out a single veg seedling although to hear him talk you'd think he was Alan Titchmarsh or Monty Don.  He only planted the hedge because I practically ordered him to after reminding him that it was me that planted most of the previous hedge when I was wearing the full leg brace. His original suggestion was that WE plant it on Wednesday after the forecast bad weather has passed over.  I wouldn't mind but he does such a good job when he eventually gets around to doing something. People think I am really bossy but in truth if I wasn't reminding him of what needs doing then nothing would get done and I get pretty fed up of doing everything myself..... moan over.... for now  :-(