I got called this afternoon by boy s who was in a bit of a panic. We’d ordered a bunk bed so that the cub could host sleepovers in the new flat, and this weekend sees a visitation from the niece and nephew. The problem? The bed wasn’t assembled on arrival,  and so I was needed as an experienced furniture constructor.

Or, as boy s put it: I need a manlier man to adult.

So I learned a new set of construction skills reading the instructions and balancing items so I could create the frame while boy s retrieved the cub from school.

Old dog learns new tricks? More like old dog applies old tricks in new ways. It’s a nice bunkbed. Now to assemble the new super king-size back home