Ikea delivery makes me :o(

Yesterday I waited in all afternoon for the Ikea delivery - finally a proper bed to sleep on! When it arrived and the items were being taken out of the back of the truck by one delivery guy, I figured it would be the two of us carrying the items up the one flight of stairs to the apartment. But as he was piling the stuff up outside against the shop window, I thought I should double check. I was duly informed that it wasn't part of his job. So as he continued to pile up the furniture on the path, all the small items that I could bring up myself were tightly packed in behind the items that I had no chance in hell of lifting anywhere, let alone up a flight of stairs. As I thought there might be a linguistic misunderstanding here (my fault, as I don't speak the lingo yet), I figured that I would ring Esben and he could chat to the guy to explain. But before I could get through, I had signed the delivery slip and he had driven off in the van. The delivery could have arrived at any time between 3 and 9pm. Luckily it arrived just an hour before Esben came home from work. So there was nothing else I could do other than get my Irish Times Simplex crossword booklet and sit outside on the steps with our new furniture until my helper came home. There were a few choice words from both of us when Esben and I got all the stuff inside. But all stories have a happy ending, right?  -  we did all this before the rain came :o)

Tonight we are going to tackle the assembly part.....might be a few more choice words uttered before Friday ;o)