Sunday, 7 March 2010
st ikea's day
I seem to have spent the last 48 hours of my life involved in building wardrobes. Some people may find that an enjoyable way to spend a sunny day - I just know that it has to be done.
The amount of cardboard used in packaging is phenomenal - I had to take it all down to the tip as soon as possible - we have a tiny garden. When I got back from the tip, Mrs Dave inquired as to whether I had enjoyed my trip.
"Oh yes, great fun," said I.
"Have you seen the little pack of screws and bits for the drawers?".
"Er . . . I'm sure they must be around somewhere."
When I got back from my second trip to the tip having rescued said objects from the huge council skip we were able to carry on making up the drawers. I guess St Ikea must be both the patron saint of flat pack furniture and of good luck as well. Would life be worth living having managed to throw away the complete pack of "bits and bobs" supplied to make up a vital part of the wadrdrobes? I think not.
Still, all's well that ends. Well, that's enough of that.
It's about time that I re-strung my 12 string guitar but that will probably be as about as much fun as building Ikea wardrobes. I was told when I bought it that it's a "lady's guitar". It's something to do with how light it is - it has a fairly wide neck, which I find a little cumbersome. Perhaps he was just taking the . . .