The delivery man carried the box into the kitchen for me.
'Could you open the box so that I can check it?' I asked.
'S'more than we usually do', was the reply.
'I'm not signing till we see it is all there', I said , bravely.
Cue intake of breath, deep sigh, and sullen agreement, muttering tha

t it was
always all there anyway.
'Could you take the cardboard away?'I asked.
You know the answer, I'm sure.

My husband wasn't too well that day, so I thought I'd put it together myself. We have different ways of doing these things. His is to tip everything out and try to find the appropriate bits. Mine , slightly OCD maybe, it to count everything, checking against the book, lay it all out in the right order, and then proceed. What a fusser I am!
The instructions were very simple.

The bits were labelled on the bags, and in the diagram.
The hardest bit was getting the plastic covers off the bolts.

Look, three legs on now....and I know how to use a spanner to tighten up the bolts.

And here we are, one new kitchen table, solid as a rock!
It has a bit in the middle that extends it to seat another couple of people.

A good morning's work! (And it only took me from 9.15 to 11.24. I'm sure a man would have had it together in about twenty minutes)