What's wrong with this picture:

1. There aren't many clothes in the wardrobe.
2. There isn't much wardrobe.
3. The wardrobe has no door.
4. I'm not curled up weeping beside it.
The wardrobe thing turned into a bit of a fiasco!
I was told the delivery would be made this morning but that no one could phone me and tell me when, so I took the day off work. I'm sitting drinking a cup of tea and pottering about online when the phone rings - it's the delivery driver, "I'll be with you in 30 minutes."
I was told the delivery would be made in a huge lorry, and was I sure that a double decker bus could get down my street? How on earth am I supposed to know that, we only have single decker tranport round here! It arrived in a Transit van.
It says on the order that the goods will be delivered to a room of your choosing. The delivery man took one look at the stairs and said, "they'll need unpacking, I can't help you there!" As soon as he left I dragged them upstairs still in the packing.
They sent four doors for a three door wardrobe and seemed surprised when I wanted to send one back.
The double wardrobe base and top where missing, so I could only assemble the smaller of the two, and the doors can only go on once they're all joined together, hence the one wardrobe you see. And there was some trim missing as well. They're all coming on Wednesday. In separate deliveries, one to work, one to home - nothing is simple is it!
There were also some screws missing, but I couldn't face a third phonecall and third delivery option - by carrier pigeon probably - so I went to the store for a moan and they produced a spares pack which they have on hand to give to people when bits are missing. It's nice that they're prepared, but wouldn't it have been better to supply all the bits in the first place?
Mum came over to help me put it together, although in the end the poor woman mostly watched as I got cross with it. She took one look at the problem, grabbed a flowery tape measure and worked out the solution, whereas I just wanted to cry. These kind of moments are not good for ones self esteem, although she did point out that I've sorted out tons of forms for her and people just have different skills. Which is true and very perceptive of her, I just wish my skills were more useful!
She spent the whole time she was here looking at the dust and looking disappointed. Everyone has different levels of cleanliness. Mum has a zero tolerance policy to dust. Dusting is a low priority in this house.
It wasn't a complete disaster though, as the house is a lot tidier than it had been. And in preparation for whenever it is I build the other wardrobe I put together the shoe cube:

How practical! It will actually go in the bottom of the other wardrobe, it's not a bedside cabinet. See how few shoes there are - I conquered my addiction!
And of course after all that I needed a treat. I wanted chips but settled for an hour in bed with someone else's boyfriend. Because I'm worth it.