was going to be assembled,
today,
and this was the guy to do it,
Arron W from TaskRabbit,
after a very brief look at the instructions,
he was hard at work,
what would have taken me an age to work out, many of these new fangled fastenings I had never seen before, took him no time at all to use and assemble, but then apart from being an actor this is what he does for a living, look carefully at the new film about Churchill and you will see him as one of the seaman pulling the actual gun carriage that was used in the real funeral,
meanwhile the Dreams team arrived, to assemble the bed.
back to Arron W,
the carcass of the cabinet was now complete, just the drawers to assemble and fit,
in the bedroom all was in place to be assembled,
things were moving on apace,
and in no time at all it was finished,
as indeed was the cabinet, just a slight problem, as with most rooms a gripper for the carpet is fitted around the outside of the room, to keep the carpet in place, which means that the rear feet of the cabinet are on the gripper and carpet, but the front feet are on the carpet only, so off to Beckenham it is then,
but first a quick look at our new arrivals,
first the two mini orchids we bought from Marks and Spencer, one pink/mauve,
and one white,
and from Pole Hill Garden Center,
3 pots of hyacinths,
in hopefully three different colours,
then a walk into Beckenham, past what was once The Three Tuns,
we made our way past the DIY shop,
to the War Memorial,
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
a part of the a part of the poem, For The Fallen, by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21 September 1914, next stop over to the bank, my new debit card had arrived and I wanted to change the PIN number,
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
a part of the a part of the poem, For The Fallen, by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21 September 1914, next stop over to the bank, my new debit card had arrived and I wanted to change the PIN number,
then back to the DIY shop, (I think it has changed it's name but is still on the same spot),
to buy these, they are self adhesive discs that can be cut to size to fit under the front legs of a cabinet to make the front level with the back, these called Felt Gard, we also stopped off at the station to have a set of keys cut for Diana,
after our evening meal and usual games of cribbage it was feet up for this evenings selection of quiz shows, next to round the evening off a film, a real treat as we both had not seen or heard of it before The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, you get 6 stories for the price of one, each story with an ending that was not in the least expected, a real gem of a find to round off the evening, and with that we were off to bed.
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