Of independence...

I'd say that independence is a virtue. But sometime one can be just a bit too independent.

My father is far too independent. He doesn't believe in reading IKEA manuals. And although I am very grateful to him for buying me a bed and putting it together, I think it would have been better for everyone if he'd just opened the little brochure and read the instructions.

I tried strapping my bed together with red string that my mum left me. Worked well for a couple of days, or until the string broke. Then Jakob fixed it. That worked well until the screws ripped themselves out of the wood. Now I have to drill through the metal bars on the side.

I slept on the couch last night. Couch-surfing in your own home... hmm...