Six weeks.

That's how long it took to get all our furniture delivered to the house. Then on top of that there were the untold hours I spent putting the damn things together. But at least it's done. It's over. We have a fully functioning household. We're no longer squatting on the living floor like vagrants, balancing plates on crossed knees while we watch a TV balanced precariously on a stand.

I came away from the experience having learned a few things: how to follow poorly laid out instructions, that rubber mallets can fix anything and of course that those around you can be injured when not even in the vicinity of your primary work area.

You see, while I was putting the TV cabinet together last weekend Ange was running around the house getting ready for a baby shower. She leaped over a pile of cardboard and came down on a pair of scissors I had lying on the floor. The scissors went straight into the webbing between her toes and made a nice hole. I was told, quite firmly, that she has lost feeling in her little toe, so I jumped on the phone and started dialing. A few phone calls later I discovered that all the medical clinics around us closed up shop on Sundays. Very helpful.

We got in the car and headed to the next best thing: the local pharmacy. Once there I got Ange to show the guy the damage. A look of disappointed crept over his face as he said "Oh, is that it?" I'm not sure what he expected, maybe he imagined we'd be reenacting scenes from Hostel or something. We'll never know for sure, because he handed us a bottle of anti-septic and told us dab it on every now and then. No stitches necessary.

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