|Pics of men stuck in doorways were not very flattering|
We worked on my side of the built-in cupboards in the 'dressing-room' this week-end. Things went swimmingly according to hubby's measurements - as far as the units were concerned. When we carried in the last section, however, we found that hubby could no longer get through the doorway, short of turning sideways and shuffling crab-like through the abbreviated aperture. He had not thought to measure himself. So back to the cutting room floor, where my side had to be shortened by about 20 cms. As I was a bit put out at my loss of hanging space, hubby generously offered to give me occupation of some of his drawers. I bargained for the lower ones, so that I wouldn't have to fetch a ladder so often and all was amicably resolved. I thought it was all hilarious but hubby didn't see the funny side, especially as he had earlier boasted of his accurate measuring and ordering of materials - even to the point that he had exactly the right number of screws and brackets. Pride goes before a fall.