One example of my being slow on the uptake is that I have only just remembered that Ikea is actually Swedish for "cult of Cthulhu-worshipping psychotic bastards who live to torture the suburban husbands of the world." It took three hours to assemble the bed. Only three major stages were physically impossible without further tools, the cherry on the cowcake being that if you didn't do the stage at page 16 between pages 11 and 12, you actually had to lift the bed off the floor to put in the screws in question. It claimed some blood too. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. Then the curtain fell down on me.
It's lovely now, though. Unfortunately, I'll need to take it to the high mattress setting some time over the weekend. JESUS GOATFUCKING CTHULHU.
On a happier note, the Denby crockery arrived today. Niiice.
I've made my bed and I'm going to lie in it.