My house is a shambles.
There is flatpack everywhere.
More importantly part of my bed is blocking the thoroughfare from the kitchen to the fridge. Needless to say, that made dinner a very awkward exercise, having to straddle a piece of flatpack to get between the oven/sink and the fridge/the rest of the house.
And of course it ended in disaster.
I burnt the vegies, burnt myself on the casserole dish I was cooking the vegies in, dropped the lid of said ($80) casserole dish (thankfully it just smashed the handle and I didn’t cut myself), and the gravy didn’t thicken.
But the lamb was still delicious.
I put together a chest of drawers and an underfloor box, J put together the wardrobe and a spare cupboard.
And tonight we get to assemble the bed. And then that’s it.
I am really looking forward to not sleeping on a mattress on the floor.
The lady at Ikea who put the wardrobe order through put through 2 x cupboard doors when we only needed one, but thankfully they’re going to come and pick them up (and give me a refund).
And then (hopefully) my house will be back in a controlled state of dysfunction, not the uncontrolled.
I will be so glad once this has all been sorted and my house will be back to normal.
I am so grateful that I had insurance and RAC sorted it all out (I’m not one for product placement but credit where credit’s due).
They paid for the hotel (that we witnessed the incident leading to the dead body being found, but that’s not their fault), we got all the money back for the clothes, furniture, carpets, and peripherals that got damaged.
Now if only my strata would actually fix the plumbing problem.
The flatpack was all between the kitchen and the fridge.
Wine is essential when putting together flatpack.
A completed chest of drawers/bedside table.
The lamb roast.
And the failed gravy. More corn flour next time perhaps. And less flatpack.
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