Post by tom on Oct 30, 2023 11:57:46 GMT
It all started with a certain degree of self punishmnet.
Near Cannock is a portal to hell, called MacArthur Glen. Its a designer outlet retail park, it makes Ikea and Merry Hill seem like health spas.
It is full of people that want to look like wags and reality show stars.
After 3 hours there I had lost the will to live and after a series of grunts and moans from me, Carol accepted that I had had enogh and agreed to go home.
Saturday got worse, much worse, if that was possible...Carols instrument of the devil rang, just as we were leaving. It was teacher daughter Susan, her husband was out for the day, running the Snowdon marathon ( I wished I could have been with him.) Susan said where are you and DAD...what she really meant is where is DAD.
She had decided to dismantle her oldest sons bed, they had bought him a new one and she was having difficulty with the old one.
Can you swing by hers to help.
! hour later, being delayed by m6 traffic and brums ring road we got there.
The new bed had 30- 40 long screws holding it together...An Ikea special, very well built and very difficult to take apart. WE managed it and the ladies pleased with their efforts. THEIR EFFORTS LOL. Shall WE assemble the new one, Stewart will be well pleased
No nuts bolts or screws on this one.
3 hours later I was fecked and brain numb, The new beds assembly instruction, were translated from Mandarin to English by a Portuges Icelander who had learn't English from a dyslexic German.
How I wish I had been a bank clerk or minor government worker, not a person with an engineering aptitude, they would maybe then leave me alone and leave flat packing to those who have to do or actually enjoy doing it.
I'm still trying to recover.
Near Cannock is a portal to hell, called MacArthur Glen. Its a designer outlet retail park, it makes Ikea and Merry Hill seem like health spas.
It is full of people that want to look like wags and reality show stars.
After 3 hours there I had lost the will to live and after a series of grunts and moans from me, Carol accepted that I had had enogh and agreed to go home.
Saturday got worse, much worse, if that was possible...Carols instrument of the devil rang, just as we were leaving. It was teacher daughter Susan, her husband was out for the day, running the Snowdon marathon ( I wished I could have been with him.) Susan said where are you and DAD...what she really meant is where is DAD.
She had decided to dismantle her oldest sons bed, they had bought him a new one and she was having difficulty with the old one.
Can you swing by hers to help.
! hour later, being delayed by m6 traffic and brums ring road we got there.
The new bed had 30- 40 long screws holding it together...An Ikea special, very well built and very difficult to take apart. WE managed it and the ladies pleased with their efforts. THEIR EFFORTS LOL. Shall WE assemble the new one, Stewart will be well pleased
No nuts bolts or screws on this one.
3 hours later I was fecked and brain numb, The new beds assembly instruction, were translated from Mandarin to English by a Portuges Icelander who had learn't English from a dyslexic German.
How I wish I had been a bank clerk or minor government worker, not a person with an engineering aptitude, they would maybe then leave me alone and leave flat packing to those who have to do or actually enjoy doing it.
I'm still trying to recover.
