Office chair fiasco
Oh dear oh dear. Mother had an office chair, the kind of one which is a bit bigger than the basic one, with more padding and generally rather more comfortable, but without arms. This particular chair went up and down and back and forward OK, but it was a bit too heavy for her to move around. So she wanted a smaller one. I went up to Argos to get one yesterday, that was fine. Today I went over to mother’s to assemble it and take the other one away. That wasn’t fine. Having carried the thing quite a distance to her flat, I unpacked everything, spread it all out over the lounge floor, and went through the assembly check list. I just had a bad feeling while I was going through the various packets, there didn’t seem to be enough little bits. And I was right. There weren’t enough bolts to screw the seat on with. I was not amused. Neither was mother. Having just spread it all out over the floor I had to put it all back in the box, which wasn’t an easy task in itself, but more annoyingly I had to battle my way across town, find a parking space at the shopping centre, lug the darned thing back to the shop (at least it wasn’t raining like it had been when I collected it initially) and then try not to lose my temper with the assistant. After a few minutes of haggling I got a replacement and checked the contents: the bolts were all present and correct, and so was everything else. I went immediately back to mother’s and assembled it, in much better spirits than I had left. Actually the assembly went well, surprising how easy it is when you have all the parts! And I still have all my fingers, too. On trying the chair mother declared herself to be very pleased with it – mind you, I don’t know what would have happened it she had said that it wasn’t suitable! All that was left for me to do was to cart the old monster downstairs and put it in the back of the car for later disposal. All in all I was home four hours later.With all these holidays, Christmas Day, Boxing Day, New Year’s Day, plus the weekends, it’s extremely difficult to get your head around exactly which day it is. Even the rubbish, a bit part of life, is collected on a different day, adding to the confusion. It took me days to get it out of my head that last Wednesday wasn’t Monday.This is the blackbird feeding from the fatball feeder. Normally these birds can’t perch like this.Quiz 1179“If you can’t take the heat, get out of the …………”a) fireb) desertc) kitchend) sunYesterday’s was c)