Excuses

This morning I typed a long post all about The Perth Guy. I didn't realise that Blogger was undergoing some planned maintenance. Blogger swallowed my post whole and then it had the temerity to burp. I need the weekend to get over this. Then, and only then, post-recovery, shall you hear about The Perth Guy. I know. It's killing you.

Suffer in yer jocks.

In the meantime, you can hear all about Ikea self-assembly boxes! I bought ten packets of a smaller version of these on Saturday. I have filled eighteen of them with my junk at home. They sit in our bookshelves so neatly, so noicely. Where once there was an unsightly mess, now there is order.

But here's the rub: it wasn't the kind of self-assembly that involves folding flap C under flap D and inserting tab A into slot B. No, no, no. These containers have metal parts and you must punch holes and insert $crews with washers. It was all very complicated for what was, really, a bunch of cardboard boxes. But still, like I said: neatness, noiceness, order.

It was also quite a handy diversion that kept me from cleaning the bathroom.

I wish I had more to offer you. That's it, really.