So it's Christmas Eve Eve (That's the day before Christmas Eve - just to be clear!) and the children are having a whole day out with Grandma and Grandad to go to the pantomime.
My hubby books the day off and we spend the whole morning screwing.
The first screw was a bit tricky. It wouldn't go in. But in the end a bit of fiddling did the trick and in it slid.
After quite a few more screws, and three hours later, we were getting blisters. So we had to have a lie down on the bed we'd just made.
But it wasn't all that comfortable to be honest. Our old mattress was too big for the bed, so I braved the awful rain and dangerous driving conditions on the M1 to travel 30 miles to IKEA and back to collect two new mattresses. Very comfortable they are too.
Apparently it was too big for his sleigh. I can't imagine how hubby and I missed him.
Too much screwing I guess!?
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