Entry for 9th June, 2008

There is no good time to move furniture. I appreciate this. It is a universal law. Nobody ever wants to spend an hour or two re-organising furnishings, except possibly super-camp Glaswegians Colin and Justin. But they are clearly deranged eejits who know what colour cerise is.
However, even if we take it as a given, that nobody actually wants to undertake this task, it must also be the case that there are some times which are better than others. Perhaps a rainy Sunday afternoon, when there's nothing on the telly, might be a time when one might get a flicker of enjoyment out of re-organising a room. Maybe, on a bank holiday Monday, when the Small Bald People are spending an hour with their grandad might be a suitable moment, when you and your Significant Other might laugh like a couple from a B&Q advert as you struggle to find the missing bolt for the Ikea bed. ("Ha ha - how did it get up there darling. Do you want me to fetch the vaseline?")
However, by no stretch of the imagination is the correct time at 9pm on a Tuesday night when I have been up since about 6am because I was at a course in Stirling today. And - this is especially important ladies (for it us undoubtedly you ladies who instigate these tasks - left to our own devices we men would still be in Caves in the Ardeche drinking Fosters and actually enjoying ourselves) - under no circumstance is the correct time to be doing this, on an evening when there is a vital Euro 2008 Qualifier between France and Italy.
If you choose times such as those to set up a new bedroom for the little ones, you must expect a certain degree of domestic disharmony.