I was very excited to receive my guest room & dining room furniture shipment from Ikea first thing this morning. Got over that feeling fast.
Fortunately I decided to start on the dining room chairs and table first (Voxlöv & Mariedamm respectively if anyone is interested), because, dear God the guest beds were horrific. I should say “guest bed was horrific” as I gave up after the first one. As usual, this is partly my fault; I did buy the cheapest bedframe they had. But I didn’t realize difficulty in assembly and price were inversely related. Had I started with the beds, the dining room would still be in the box.
Halfway through, I considered throwing the bed out into the driveway and writing family and friends and telling them they weren’t allowed to come and stay, but that seemed a tad over-dramatic. So I persevered. There was a fair amount of good, healthy Anglo-Saxon bandied about and at one point I may have shouted one word in particular at the top of my lungs. As my neighbour was walking by. Oops.
That got me thinking (I had nothing else to do as I was Ikea-key screwing in 32 fiddly little screws) – maybe I should start swearing in Québécois. I feel fairly safe in saying that next to no one here would recognize or be offended by a tab&@#ak or a cr!$$ % m@*de!