Since moving down to Lincoln, I’ve slowly been turning into a middle-class surbanite, and what better way to complete that transformation than a trip to B&Q on a Saturday afternoon to purchase a lawn mower. We didn’t stop there, of course: they had a deal on garden furniture, and when there’s 50% off tables and chairs in the wettest British summer since 1500BC, you’ve simply got to lay down the green. Right?
Anyway, this meant a joyous afternoon mowing the lawn with my Bosch Rotak 320C (feel the power!) then assembling the new garden table. I don’t know where this thing was made, but the instruction booklet was one of the most poorly written pieces of garbage I’ve yet seen for self-assembly furniture. To wit:
“Pull the top right & left than fold it down to get it folded. Assembly fully complete.”
Sweet. I mean, what could be clearer?