What post padding…me!!! Nahh… 
Congrats on the new construction!
Rubbing a little wax into the offending scratch should at least help keep it from rusting till you can afford to have it repaired. If you can find one, in the US they make little touch up kits which while they aren’t auto-body quality, will at least let you color match the scratch and make it look more acceptible, for around eight bucks.
Good luck with the Ikea. Best I’ve fouind, is to use the instructions only to figure which connectors go in which holes, and ignore the rest. Of course sometimes you end up wit a bookshelf, when you were expecting a coffeepot, but that’s all part of the fun, isn’t it?
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A Peugot jockey’s giving an MGB driver some grief? Now I’ve seen it all!
Happy Holidays Clogfire, at least you’re on the verge of wearing clean clothes.
When’s she gonna make an honest man outta you?
(Do I hear wedding bells?)
**Coldie ** How’s your Dad doing?
Cajun Man: all in due time, my friend. 
But let me tell you, it better be sooner than later. This long distance crap just plain sucks. It hasn’t been easy, and I think I speak for both her and myself when I say that the “forever and ever” part won’t be postponed a lot longer.
Shirley, how nice of you to ask. He’s doing OK, physically. Got a bit of a kickback emotionally when the dust settled so to speak, but hey, he’s a tough guy. He’s getting back on his feet alright, and looking forward to his early retirement next month.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, Coldy; you just live the glamorous rock 'n roll lifestyle!
Good luck on the Ikea thing. My never-ending renovation experience offers this advice: beer. Lots and lots of beer. Getting slightly pie-eyed won’t matter at all because the parts won’t fit together correctly and crucial hardware will be missing anyway.
Veb
P.S. Don’t get so looped you put your Squeaky Duck Bubble Bath into the washing machine by mistake. This would be A Bad Thing.
The useful part is, whatever language the instructions come in Clogboy will be able to read it
Sorry to hear abou the car, but glad to hear things are more up than down, especially with the lovely lady
And now I’m going to shamefully use your thread to say hello to someone else entirely…
Hi Veb! Glad to see you back!
Maar dat is toch gewoon schitterend !
:eek:
Ja, inderdaad. Ik ben er dan ook erg blij mee.
Would this be the wrong sort of thread in which to say that I actually quite enjoy putting together flat-pack furniture? I do especially like all those little cams and dowels.
I like Ikea furniture, but it is frustrating to put together. I wish I had a dollar for every time I put something together backwards, had to take it apart, and put it back together. I’d be rich.
I buy IKEA stuff because it has by far the best value/price ratio. Putting it together yourself is the price you pay. While I always manage, I also ALWAYS am left with a disturbing amount of spare screws, cams, whatnot.
One More Bad Thing: the construction of my bathroom has suffered a minor setback. Seems the guy leveled the floor incorrectly, and now there’s a 2 centimeter difference in height when one measures at both walls. I told him this morning in no uncertain terms that I want the floor redone. He wasn’t happy about it, but it’ll happen. Oh well, at least I can use the shower and toilet this weekend…
Francesca, don’t put too much faith in my Scandinavian language skills… I’ll let you know when the cupboard collapses, OK?
Tveblen, rock and roll? Glamour? You should SEE my place now. Luckily, the maid comes to clean it today, so it’ll look better when I get home tonight. I’m kinda tired of living on a construction site, and sleeping on my couch because the bedroom is now the Supplies Room.
They always put too many screws and cams in the pack. I don’t know why.
Maid. He’s got a maid. Is that not rock and roll?
Coldie, does she wear a cute little uniform?
No, they’re Russian maids with moustaches who speak neither Dutch, German, or English. Seriously.
ANOTHER BAD THING.
The construction guy just called. I swear, every time that cell phone starts buzzing on my desk, I just KNOW it’s gonna be him with another fuck-up.
Sure enough! After installing the toilet, and test-flushing it, my downstairs neighbour (who was home, thank God!) came running up the stairs to tell him that water was coming through his fucking ceiling.
Ergo: mr FuckUp incorrectly installed the sewage pipe. Solution: crack open the ENTIRE FUCKING FLOOR and fix the problem. Hey, at least he won’t feel like he’s chopping away all those tiles because I think they’re crooked. :rolleyes:
Fuck, finding good quality labour is hard in this country. I’m a patient guy who can keep his cool, but this motherfucker better not come up with any more stunts like this, or I’ll go medieval on his ass.
Estimated finishing date of the bathroom is now, like, December 10 or something. Having started on November 11, mind you.
Fuck.
Tonight, I’ll check if the shower is at least leak-free (the leak is probably between the toilet and the main drain), and if it isn’t, I can also call off the visit my good friend Edward will be paying me this weekend, never mind that he lives in Brussels and I see him like once a year.
One can circumvent the absence of a toilet, especially when male. But no toilet AND no shower is a tad much.
As said: FUCK.
Just be sure and take the dishes out
Exactly. 
And of course, #2 is still a problem. Shitting in the pub before you go home is an option, if not a very sanitary one mostly. Luckily, I have neighbours too. But during these past few weeks, I’ve woken up in the middle of the night TWICE with “the urge”. Since you can’t wake up your neighbours at 3 AM and get away with it, the solution was: put on jeans, shirt, shoes, grab carkeys, and drive to the 24-hour Esso station down the street to relieve yourself. Then drive home, and hope your parking spot is still available…
Camping in your own home sucks.
Don’t bother, Ginger. Mine’s bigger.
And I’m not talking to Coldfire until he tells us what he thought of the Rush show he went to. It was his first. I’m so proud of him.