Bear has been at it again!

We bought a filing cabinet in kit form the week before last and he has had several attempts at assembling it.

He put it together, swore, took it apart again, swore some more and then left it in bits around the house.

This happened four or five times. Each time something broke, or got lost.

Today, hopefully, was the final attempt.

He spent the whole morning hammering, cursing, fiddling and screwing. I was summoned from the kitchen on three occasions when he needed an extra pair of hands and I had to slide the back in twice, the roll front three times and put the top in position three times as well.

I got the blame because the rollfront broke a piece of wood somewhere and some black thing got twisted so I decided to leave well alone and let him get on with it.

It now stands in the conservatory looking very sorry for itself and surrounded by tools, screws and bits of wood.

If you open it you would say that Heath Robinson had had quite a lot to do with its construction. There is an old piece of wood across the front (doctored so that the lock has room to pass) and he has cannibalised the computer table to make a sliding thing from which to hang files.

Unfortunately the rails are too thick and the files only just have enough width to fit in - no room for manoevre at all.

He tried - but I've got to live with the results!