So when I bought a desk online this week, I was very, very concerned to discover it was not going to get carried into my flat by two men who would carefully put it down, put my laptop on it and say 'voila'. Nooooo. My new desk was slid into my room inside of a cardboard box. A very thin 'undesk looking' cardboard box.
And so it was that I found myself, on a Saturday night, screwdriver in hand, determined to overcome my building disorder.
After an hour or so of my tongue sticking out the side of my mouth, and repeating 'screw two S4 bolts into panel B' to myself - I was done.
To say I was proud of myself is quite the understatement.
(Note the two shelves, including one that slides in and out.)