It occurred to me, given the number I have to assemble, that life bears more than a passing resemblance to a flat pack:

• The instructions are often absent or have no relation to what you are trying to do.
• You’re never able to do it entirely on your own.
• You spend at least as much time contorting yourself into odd positions and then trying to get yourself out of them as you do putting things together.
• The end result often seems arrived at by accident and rarely bares any resemblance to the plan on the box.
• It will fall apart at the slightest breeze.
• Everyone else’s looks better than yours.
• And invariably there are always a few screws loose…