You know, I’ve I don’t think I’ve ever actually kissed a piece of mail before, but that’s what I did this afternoon, returning home from the long train journey from Newcastle (remind me to rant later about the precise and perceived meanings of “Quiet Coach”).

See, when we moved in a month ago, we bought a chest of drawers, which came in two ginormous boxes. One contained the main body, the other, the drawers. We assembled the body in mere hours (twelve pages of instructions posing no hurdle to us, wily technical types that we are), and then came completely unstuck upon discovering that there were no fittings for the drawers. Lots of bits of wood (well, medium density fibreboard with a birch veneer, to be accurate) but not a screw in sight.

To cut a long story short, we phoned them, they sent fittings, they never arrivbed, we phoned again, they sent them again, never arrived, we phoned again, they accused us of secretly trying to assemble another piece of furniture using spare parts (”Entirely consisting of screws? I’m not that talented!” I told them), they sent them again, and we were starting to give up hope. A month of living out of boxes. Still.

Walking up our street this sunny evening, I was heard to say “you know what would just make this brilliant weekend even better? If we got in and those screws had finally been delivered”

And then we got in, and they had. Joy to the world. You know what I’m doing tonight, right?

Eating easter eggs, obviously. And alright, maybe screwing, too.