I was extremely busy today. The IKEA delivery turned up at around 11am and I worked on flat pack assembly for most of the rest of the day. By the time the travellers returned from Gotland, my legs, back and hands were aching. But, my office was starting to look a bit more lived in.
Okay, it’s a bit messy but, in my defence, there’s no light in the room so, once the sun had vanished, I really had to stop work. Given I’d already built the desk (with drawers) and three Billy bookcases, not to mention a couple of other things in other rooms, I reckon that lets me off the hook.
Actually, I came acropper with the drawer unit under the desk.
After putting the whole thing together, I started inserting the drawers, only to find that they didn’t fit properly. I soon realised I’d assembled it upside down. There was nothing to it but to undo a few fasteners and switch top for bottom. It was annoying but at least it worked in the end.
Jud said this was always the case with new flat pack assembly and launched into a story about how Joel had problems with putting together a wardrobe and, in desperation, had to call his dad for help. A proud father, he leapt at the opportunity.
When Mirinda, Sharon and Jud arrived home, they were suitably impressed and, I guess, that’s really all that matters. Oh, and a functioning office, of course. I, on the other hand, was impressed with the Gotland bun they bought me. It has cardamom and hazelnut in it, but it doesn’t have a name. I think it should be called ‘the yumbo bun’.
They were also impressed with my third mounting of Mount Trosa in as many days.
I hadn’t intended to climb to the heights again today. I have been exiting the house via the back gate (I’m trying to wear a path through the foliage) and, today, I decided to take a rough path almost opposite where I come out.
The path looks like a mountain bike track as it winds up (or down, depending on your direction of travel), twisting and turning around trees and bumping over rocks. It was quite steep in parts, but not really difficult.
When I came out of the woods, the sign declaring the top of the hill was right in front of me. It was a bit of a surprise. Though a pleasant one.
I noticed, nailed to a tree, these three finger posts.
I do wonder what they point to.
