Yesterday I had the very great pleasure to find myself sitting quite undignifiedly in my bottom drawer.
And it was all the fault of these ‘ere screws.
You see, diligent as I was about putting together my own flat-pack bed, the one thing I hadn’t counted on was having been given a set of unfunctional screws to put in.
Scrappy wood, yes. Shoddy workmanship (and definitely inexperienced) yes… but screws that go “snap” when they’ve felt the slightest incling of pressure… hrm, no! Poor wee darling screws, they never knew what was in it for them when they signed that contract.
More to the point… GRR!! I missed a birthday party cos I was so busy pouring sweat into a hand screwdriver (my battery died 😦 typical, on the other one).
Tho’ at least on the level of improving my elastic contentment, I really appreciated the simple pleasure of having a bed to lie on.
But yes… that’ll be the last time I allow Squeaky to go jumping on my bed.