Getting to the computer requires a feat of some magnitude. The breakfast nook thingy sort of exploded out of the box, requiring every surface IN MY ENTIRE HOUSE and I made the perilous journey into my new study to say I am covered in paint and I can't remember where the tray of bowls containing screws and nuts and bolts labelled with luminous green post-it notes has gone. I will be back tomorrow, I hope. That is if I manage to kidnap someone to come and help assemble the corner benches because, people, it requires more than me to do it.
The notes say so.
I read them.
I am a woman.
Of course we read instructions.
And for good measure, I have started painting the door to the old study which means I have to walk sideways to get to the kitchen, and I also painted the top of the bench to see if I needed to sand it down. I know what I mean, but it is not likely you do, so I am off to feed Glynis's dogs.
At least I can see the floor there.