I am still homeless. My new house gets further and further away from being even vaguely ready for us to move in to. Kitchen units are missing and are not available until November and my new hob got mysteriously smashed and nobody knows how (quelle suprise). Not sure who takes responsibility – probably I will be the one who ends up having to pay for a new one.
The only constructive thing that happened today was a piece of Ikea furniture rose from the boxes and formed into a recognisable chest of drawers. This was the hardest thing I have ever done. The instructions were incomprehensible – eg: a picture of 4 screws in a packet with a cross next to them looked like 4 people sleeping in a crumply bed doing things that Ikea considered inappropriate and I didn’t understand. Luckily, I enlisted the help of Builder Bloke, who knew what he was doing. Otherwise it would have taken a week. We cleverly erected the chest of drawers in the bedroom to which it will be staying so that it didn’t have to be carried anywhere, but now that it is built I realise I have totally messed up and it doesn’t fit in the allocated space at all because I failed to take the radiator into consideration. I will now have to dismantle it to get it down the stairs and into another room.
