It is definitely one of those days.
Last night the husband took delivery of a Fourth Doctor coat, which he thinks is fine to wear in public.
I disagree, but I have to keep on his good side as I need his help with removing a massive old sofa from my Mum's house.
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Later: the sofa won't go out in one piece. It looks as if it is possible to take it apart, but the screws are a different kind, and Mum's screwdrivers won't work. I take a photo of one and call round to my local hardware shop. (The one whose staff were bemused by my request for TARDIS screws.) Fortunately, this time they understood what I was looking for and sold me a gadget. Armed with this, I am able to remove about half the screws holding the three parts of the sofa together, but the rest won't budge. The end section is only held in place by one screw, so we try brute force to pull it apart, but with only partial success. -Eventually, I go home, fetch a hacksaw, and manage to get the thing into manageable chunks for disposal. (Some use of a hammer and jumping up and down on the bits was involved, but we did it).
All I have to do now is arrange for someone to remove the carcass, shortlist candidates for a management job (no time to do this while in the office), watch our village Christmas lights switch-on and cook dinner.
Only then will I be ready for Hell Bent. I'm a bit worried about it, to be honest. I can't think of a story set on Gallifrey that I have actually liked, much.
