After the last 2 Playmobil debacles of previous years(the hospital of a million pieces being one)I smugly got everything wrapped and down from the loft days before so we could get a good nights sleep. All we had left to do was assembly dd's(3) twin Graco dolls pushchair from ELC. DD has been on and on about it for months dp drove miles to get one weeks before Xmas as they were in short supply.
Anyhow dp gets it out Xmas Eve after tucking them all in(dd saying that she'd explode when she saw it).She's been planning for ages how she'd be pushing it down to grandma's Xmas morning.
2 minutes in dp goes quiet-apparantly one of the bolts is too big and may be a problem[shockl]!!!!!!!!!!Dp is normally pretty unflappable,he looked dare I say it-worried. Nightmare!!!!!!!
Basically he went through every tool in his toolbox trying to file down the bloody bolt.This is the same toolbox we've lugged about for 18 years,that I've cursed every time I stubbed my toe on,I'll never threaten to have it winched out again(it weighs a ton).
Dp then runs out of tools it's 2am and I wonder if we can run down to dad's to see what he's got(we're getting desperate at this point)Dp finally resorts to a stanley knifedesperately trying to hack bits off except he nearly hacks his finger off-blood everywhere. I'm pacing up and down the lounge panic stricken ordering him not to give up.
3am he finally strikes gold!!!!!!!!!!We collapse into bed.
Very,very happy dd on Xmas day,totally knackered mummy and daddy-again!!!!!!