And why does he keep on leaving his keys in boxes of furniture[1]?
Yesterday we visited the People’s Democratic Republic of Ikea. They told us lies (along the lines of “the delivery men will phone half an hour before the arrive”).
Today we’re in flat pack furniture land. And trying to clean the oven at the old flat at the same time. Take out shelves, place in garden, spray with oven cleaner, wait for rain. Bingo.
Tomorrow the bed gets delivered. Will it fit up the stairs? I have my doubts. If it doesn’t then it’s back to the PDRI for a self assembly bed.
Moving house is a great way to lose weight before a wedding. Very Sweaty Thing. But you didn’t want to know that.
Three weeks from today we’ll be checking in for our honeymoon flights to Canada.
