Ikea hands

I have ended up with a blister on my middle finger and one on my palm :-O
Hey don't all jump to conclusions, I have been busy assembling all my Ikea stuff.

Dad helped me with the bed last night and oh it was soooo luxurious actually sleeping off the floor. So of course Kelly had to test the new mattress out. Is that a possum outside my window?? Is it the train to Flinders St?? No, Kelly snoring like a trooper all night - guess the new mattress got her approval.

I did the 2 bedside tables quite easily actually. Very proud of myself.

Then, the tallboy. Mmmmm. Well I confess. I did actually turn the instructions so they corresponded to how I had set things up. I did catch myself doing such a girlie thing and tutted to myself. Kelly 'helped' on and off. And she had her tap dancing concert playing on the tv, with opera songs on repeat....aaaargggghhh help me. Then she yells up stairs, who are you talking to Mum??? Um...well...actually myself...1st sign of madness

But now I am stuck. Three quarters of the way through and discover I have a faulty screw!!! Yep just my luck, nothing worse than a screw that won't get a grip!!
Might have to go for the long nail and give it a good bang. A good bang = a good screw.
Oh what are all you dirty dirty minded people thinking?

Finally bought new toilet seat and fitted it. I am getting quite handy at this home maintenance stuff. I must say I really felt a sense of job satisfaction with my Ikea stuff even though I couldn't finish it.
Wish I could have that feeling at my paid job.