This and that ... oh, and then some
So - the new wardrobe does not fit behind the bedroom door. We can make it fit, somehow, but the guys who came to put it together have left without finishing. *sigh* [ETA: Apparently the fact that the wardrobe did not fit confused those delivery guys enough to leave without asking me to pay the 2.800 € they should have collected. Anyhow, I doubt they will forget all about it for eternity ... if they do, there will be a paaaaaaaaaaarty!]
This could be funny, if ... okay, this is funny as it is not the first time. When we moved into a new flat 12 years ago, the husband measured the to-be bedroom and came up with a room width of 3,20 m - with the wardrobe being 3 m, that was sufficient room, so we rented the flat.
Alas, on the day we moved in, husband tried to re-assemble the wardrobe and found that the room was only 2,80 m wide - he had held the folding rule (which measures up to 2 m) the wrong way round when he did the measurements and thus read 1,20 instead of 0,8. We have since lived with a cut-up-wardrobe of 2,70 m only. ;) Good thing he is a proficient carpenter.
I am eager to find out what he will do about the current situation. Hopefully, getting rid of the skirting-boards will suffice. And a good thing I did not exactly expect it all to run smoothly and be able to sleep in my new bed tonight.
I had a nice day yesterday - thanks everyone who thought of me! *huggles*
Am now proud possessor of a brand new PDA with GPS and maps for all of Europe! And a couple of items from my amazon wishlist. And a very generous contribution from my parents to the planned family holiday in October. So, being forty does not seem to be all that bad at first sight, even if I will have to get used to it.
Oh, and good news on the lost/stolen ticket front: We got a call on Sunday afternoon - the punk's ticket has turned up again, yay!
This could be funny, if ... okay, this is funny as it is not the first time. When we moved into a new flat 12 years ago, the husband measured the to-be bedroom and came up with a room width of 3,20 m - with the wardrobe being 3 m, that was sufficient room, so we rented the flat.
Alas, on the day we moved in, husband tried to re-assemble the wardrobe and found that the room was only 2,80 m wide - he had held the folding rule (which measures up to 2 m) the wrong way round when he did the measurements and thus read 1,20 instead of 0,8. We have since lived with a cut-up-wardrobe of 2,70 m only. ;) Good thing he is a proficient carpenter.
I am eager to find out what he will do about the current situation. Hopefully, getting rid of the skirting-boards will suffice. And a good thing I did not exactly expect it all to run smoothly and be able to sleep in my new bed tonight.
I had a nice day yesterday - thanks everyone who thought of me! *huggles*
Am now proud possessor of a brand new PDA with GPS and maps for all of Europe! And a couple of items from my amazon wishlist. And a very generous contribution from my parents to the planned family holiday in October. So, being forty does not seem to be all that bad at first sight, even if I will have to get used to it.
Oh, and good news on the lost/stolen ticket front: We got a call on Sunday afternoon - the punk's ticket has turned up again, yay!