This is all part of the ongoing saga that ensued because I wanted to move the TV from one side of the living room to another. It's safe to say that I wish I'd left well alone. Moving the TV revealed the dreadful stain on the carpet under the TV unit where the cat had been doing her level best to rid the smell of old dog with a fresher, newer smell of cat. So the carpet had to come up. Which involved moving all the furniture, not just the TV unit. AFter the carpet came the underlay, and after the underlay came the old lino. We're now down to hardboard which has been nailed down with eighty seven million nails and floorboards, the exact state of which is still to be determined. All this meant a lot of shuffling stuff around as we went in underneath things in sections. But we did eventually get the room organised and set up how we wanted it. And a plan to save up and buy new flooring if the boards aren't salvageable. A few extra tweaks along the way created some extra storage space and my husband was going to fill it from the boxes of books that we'd been storing in the bottom of an elder child's wardrobe until once more I opened my silly mouth and said "Surely there's room down the side our bed for some shelving...then you could use this space for all your tools, drill bits and the like and the books would be more accessible anyway". When will I learn? Measuring the space for the new shelving unit, we were two mm short of what we needed. But there was at least a cm of leeway if we shoved the bed hard up against the wardrobe on the other side. Only shoving the bed damaged one of the slats. Fixed it and shoved the bed. Great. Shelves will fit. But actually only at one end of the bed because nothing in the flat is straight, level or true and we were missing nearly two inches at the corner of the room. No matter says husband. There are more than two inches on the other side of the wardrobe. So he emptied the contents all over the flat and starting heaving and shoving to move the wardrobe. Which is a cheap Ikea job. So it broke. Not least because he'd forgotten that because the floor isn't level, the wardrobe was bracketed to the wall in three places to stop it tipping over and killing us. So now the wallpaper is ripped too. This morning, as well as photographing a box load of ceramic mugs for a paying client, I am also supposed to be attempting to move what's left of the wardrobe, fix the wallpaper, fix the wardrobe, put it back in place, shift the bed over, slot the bookshelves back in, stuff the bookshelves with all the books, recycle the boxes the books were in, refill the wardrobe with all the clothes that are dotted about all over the shop, and deal with the nineteen loads of laundry that my son brought home from university. As well as persuade him to let me cut his hair. I need a gin.