So it's sat here for a week.
I decided it was time to assemble it. How hard could it be? As usual everyone got involved. Tess seemed a bit reluctant to let me at it.
|Tess - I'll block her access to it. Doesn't she know how this is going to go?|
All the bits seemed to be present and correct and nearly tallied with the book of words. The fact that the first part didn't bear any resemblance to the diagram was just one of those things. I wasn't dissuaded.
And it even had its own little toolkit. How brilliant is that?
|Rolf - I'm no mechanic but isn't that a bit flimsy?|
|Chico - Where's the rest of it? Surely there should be some more bits?|
So I set to. A couple of hours later after I'd removed most of the skin of my knuckles, hurt my back, grown rather puce and not a little sweaty, hurled the pathetic non-fitting, flimsy,too short,useless spanner across the room and lost it behind the couch ...
|Mickey- You forgot to mention the language...|
Which made life much easier. Still not easy given that one needed at least three hands and five foot long arms but ... Voila!
Tess didn't seem too impressed.
|Tess - I knew I should have stopped her.|
|Rolf - This is great! Now what's this bit for?|
|Rolf - Aha!|
|Prince - No-one has brushed my hair today! It's full of spikey things from the hedge.|
|Pongo- I wonder if I can break into the feed shed while everyone's distracted?|
|Neds - Never mind the damned cart where's my fly spray? I'm phoning the welfare people. This is negelct.|
|Chickens - Looks like we'll have to find our own food. Can anyone see anything in this disgracefully long grass?|
All except Evie, who really doesn't care what's going on outside her nest. She's diligently sitting on her eggs and is already into her third trimester! Only a week to go until labour is due to start and we've got everything crossed for her and her egglets. As they say 'A lot can happen in a week'. She's doing so well. I grabbed a quick snap. I don't think she minds.