Mr Ebb and I spent a delightful afternoon yesterday bonding as in-laws over the assembly of a garden bench my sister had sadistically procured for Christmas.
I can safely say we now know each piece intimately, having put it together and taken it apart on a number of occasions, the precise number of which we have sworn a pact never to reveal. In time honoured self assembly style, the instructions were far from clear, petering out at crucial moments and missing out some steps altogether.
By the end of the evening we had a mostly complete bench, which as you can see my sister rescued in the morning. In keeping with the family tradition, Mummy was indeed able to 'fix it with glue' (and power tools).