My Mark, who is far more careful of my safety than I am, did not approve.
So I started hunting around for a new desk over the last few weeks.
I don't know why, but today I sprung into action at Office Works.
It has taken me until now to finish assembling everything.
The dog drove me mad. Under foot, in walk spaces, licking my feet while I had bits balanced to screw.... arrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh
|Have small walk way- then place dog in it|
I am knackered.
I may move the tower onto the floor under the desk. Or I may not.
I could move the drawers under the desk. But I probably won't.
Time for bed