I think it was Friday my lovely husband Mick took me to Ikea. The word Ikea puts him into a state of panic and causes lots of arguments. Not because i make him build everything once home (i do the building with my son Patrck) but because he just can't walk around the place claiming he has more to do with his life.
Anyway, i went with a vision in my head of a new desk and a more organised work space. So off we went to the land of panic where he promptly chucked me out of the car and went elsewhere leaving me to my own devices.
Found the perfect desk and truly believed once home i could fit everything in the drawers. I also bought a lovely new office chair because when the kids were little they decided to take a craft knife to the old one and hack loads of slashes in the back and the bit where you plonk your bum. They have promised me now they are older this won't be repeated. Which made me think how did they get hold of the craft knife when they were little.. lol. Not great mothering skills in the knife department i'm afraid!
When leaving Ikea almost wet myself with laughter and was reminded of the Mr Bean programme when he decides to do some January furniture sale buying and comes home with a chair on top of his car and uses a broom or something to hold down the pedals. Two men were trying to get a massive sofa into their tiny car... lol. Being me couldnt help but say 'don't think that ones going to fit'. Got to say they didn't seem impressed with my honest comment... lol.
All the men were taking charge and looking at the angles, should they fit the big or small things in first and so on. The wifes unable to lift the massive heavy boxes for fear of breaking thier nails just pottering about looking like they wre doing something. Makes me wonder what the scene will be like at the other end once home.
Once home i started to build the desk and luckily my son patrick aged 13 arrived home to help. He loves to build anything and so gave him the chair and a section of the desk. My husband vanished off to work as he does most days... lol.
I was alomost done when i kneeled down (rememember i already have a bad right leg) to stick the top bit on to the side and went right down on the sticky out bolt and wood bit. So now i have a sore scabby left knee. Did mutter a few words in with the ooooows and the tears.
So now it's in position but still need more storage so sending my husband back to get the shelf i knew i should have bought but decided against. He is i'm sure so looking forward to the return trip... lol
So i set my my comp up on the new desk and the whole thing crashed and refuses to do anything... lol. Need to get my son Francis aged 17 to fix it, but he won't give me windows for some reason (beyond me) and gives me a system that i can't even use because ts for nerds. So think i'll have t call the comp man that does as you ask.
Just wondering will anything go right and why do i depend on children to do everything for me. Surely as an adult i should know more.
When the new shelf arrives and i build it i'll post some pictures of the room that is never quite finished.
Oh yes, as we were carrying everything in on Fridy my husbands suggestion was rather than struggle to carry everything in and then build should we instead go straight to the dump and get rid of everything. He has given me 6 months at the most before i change my mind and suggest a better alternative.