The table of fun arriveth!
And it arrived in bits. All sorts of bits. About the same as the most complicated flat-pack stuff we had to deal with in London, but a lot, lot heavier and with a lot, lot more character!
Good job it also arrived with a guy who knew exactly what he was doing to put it together again! Although for a moment I thought I might be trapped under a slab of slate. Memo to self: When you know you’re going to have to lift something heavy later in the day, don’t spend the day shovelling and carting loads of gravel and rocks first! Just don’t! And if you have a choice, don’t try to walk backwards up a huge step carrying a big slate slab!
But it was really interesting seeing it all going together, and watching the expert (Darryl) assemble it all, making sure it was all square, level and flat etc. It actually took quite a long time to put it all together. I’d say just a tad over 3 hours. I really wouldn’t want to have to do it all ourselves!
And it was a real relief to see that the room we’d designed to take the table actually fits it perfectly. You don’t have to watch the walls anywhere around the table to play a shot, although if you’re out here, we’d still like you to check first if you’re on the side with all the windows please!
But now it’s here. Now we just have to learn how it plays before everyone else does. Getting beaten on your own table is not cool! We did have one “game” when it was finally all assembled, but by then we were so tired and hungry a proper effort will have to wait. “Who sunk the first ball?”, I hear you ask. Let’s just say it wasn’t me, and leave it at that, shall we?
Now, if we could just get our lounge suite delivered sometime?…