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Crisis: The moment I pushed my hand to the back of my wardrobe while ferreting for a top that was definitely there last week, only to find that my hand kept going...the back of my wardrobe had collapsed against the wall behind.
Being built in wardrobes it dawned on me that there was going to be no quick fix. Cross. Not just because said wardrobe had swallowed up half of my clothing behind it but because I opened the doors of Toby's wardrobe beside mine to check it's structural integrity (just incase I could palm the 'crisis' off on the wardrobe's 'low quality craftsmanship' rather than the poor thing collapsing under the weight of my general paraphernalia). What Toby's wardrobe actually revealed was the borderline obsessive compulsive nature of my boyfriends shirt hanging routine and a perfectly stable and structurally sound cupboard.
Some minutes later whilst trying to think of a good excuse for the wardrobe crisis and putting some underwear away, my hand went straight through the bottom of my knicker drawer. Was this thing taking the piss! I never liked it anyway. Hopefully wood glue will come to my rescue and I can steer Tobes away from my blog until I find time to empty the entire unit, paste in a heap of wood glue, wait ten hours for it to dry and put my clothes back in the wardrobe. Luckily for me my boyfriend has approximately no interest in my ramblings or interior prettiness so I think I'm safe.
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