Monday, 10 May 2010
Dismantling this horrible and surprisingly very heavy desk, donated from someone's office revamp and used (rarely) in the small attic as a workbench for stained glass, lugging it down several flights of stairs, through the house and out into the back lane for the council to collect, was today's task.
The metal legs are hidden from the scrap-man's view, and the screw thingummies are neatly bagged up and taped inside one of the drawers in case someone desperate wants to salvage it. Back lanes are great places for scavenging and finding things you never knew you wanted till now.
There is also a very basic Ikea table and its screw-on legs out there. I was in chucking-out mode today. My heroes, the Neighbourhood Response Team, and their little travelling wagon may pick it up tomorrow. I nominated them for a council staff award one year, and they were thrilled; their certificate is carried with them in the wagon.
It was my third attempt to get rid of the desk. I had spent a fair amount of time on hands and knees underneath it, peering upwards, mystified, to find how it was held together. Once I remembered to do this with benefit of specs, I realised that it was held together by those screw thingummies that require an allan key, and not a screwdriver. And after I had found an allan key (in the tea towel drawer - where else would you look?) the desk was almost easy to dismember. But still very heavy, in the way of chipboard desks and other mass-produced junk furniture. I'm tired, but smug. A small patch of floor has been cleared, and I have actually thrown some things away.
Posted by rachel at 23:41