This morning I got up and ran quite early, not very early, but early enough so that when my daughter phoned I was almost home. We had a sort of arrangement that she would come round after dropping the children off at school. She herself does not work on Fridays and the plan was that we would go to her house, build a set of bunk beds, go to IKEA for some storage units and maybe take in a supermarket at the same time. We had coffee and toast before setting off.
There is a story behind the bunk beds. The two smallest children share the smallest bedroom in their house. Bunk beds are a way of optimising the use of space but standard-size bunk beds don’t fit. So she did some research and found and ordered some slightly shorter than usual bunk beds. They were delivered last week. She spent last Friday building them with the help of 19 year-old Grandson Number One. They didn’t fit! In the process of doing lots of research she had accidentally ordered the wrong beds, although she had ordered the correct size of mattresses. So she contacted the company. They agreed to get someone to dismantle them for her and take them away. However, the company could not deliver the shorter beds until the end of December. They agreed to give her a refund, which I think was very understanding of them as it was her mistake. She ordered different bunk beds from another company. They were delivered this week and we set about building them today!
It was bit like doing a monstrous Tetris puzzle, working out how to put things together and still have room to move in the small bedroom. At one point I, my daughter, her partner and Grandson Number One were all in the small room, with the door closed as there was half-constructed furniture in the way, hoping against hope that the people who were coming to take away the original erroneously-ordered beds would not arrive while we were trapped. (The dismantling was speedily done, the collection of the dismantled beds less so. They were still cluttering up the hallway this morning.) They didn’t turn up while we were trapped! Then between us we manoeuvred one bed-frame on top of the other, secured the connection and the men of our party went back to working from hime on their computers.
With the top bunk totally completed and the bottom bunk awaiting the mattress supports, my daughter and I went to collect the small people from school. After a mini supermarket stop, she dropped me off at home and went back to bed-building. The results are quite pleasing!
And that’s where my Friday disappeared to! Not quite the ideal way to spend what turned into a mice but rather chilly day. But we have a sense of achievement. So it goes.
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!
No comments:
Post a Comment