Thank you to all my Blogging friends who have offered such sterling advice regarding my flat-pack drama - I get so cross that I'm not as strong as I think I am, and it obviously stops me thinking things through in a logical fashion. Anyway, just as I was prepared to open the flat-pack and carry it in piecemeal, an offer of help came from my next-door neighbours. They offered their strapping young son, and we then enlisted the extra help of the tree-surgeons who have been pruning our local trees this week. The result was that the offending article was carried in with ease and deposited in my hallway.
The tree-surgeons, who come around once a year, are very helpful chaps and this year have also given my Cherry tree a short back and sides (at my request). I happened to spot them yesterday and asked if they would be prepared to cut back said tree, and they were more than happy to oblige - for a small fee. Great for me because I've been meaning to get around to it for the last three years. I asked them to be especially careful around the pond, in case my frogspawn was disturbed - not sure if frogspawn has feelings, but I didn't want to take any chances with my future little froglets.
After this frantic start, I drove to Dorking to spend the day with Daughter and Grandson. Daughter and I had lunch and then collected Grandson from Nursery. He came running up to us with a big scratch down one cheek - and of course it had all been documented by the staff. Apparently another little boy had scratched him in an attempt to get out into the garden first. Grandson was perfectly OK about this, and said that the other little boy had apologized. I must say, they deal with these things in a very organized way, and the children do learn that there is no action without a reaction. A good lesson in life I suppose. Daughter has also had a letter to confirm that Grandson has a place at Primary School for September. Good news, I guess, but I remember waving goodbye to my two on their first days at Big School, and I wouldn't be in her shoes for anything. Oh, the mangled tissues and heartrending sobs - and that was just me!