Ahhhh, the joys of flatpack furniture. We just bought two bookcase/wall units from Oz Design called Wangaratta or West Wyalong or something. Had they come from Ikea (Swedish for poor service) they would have had strange names like kuksugare or fittaö Anyway, these things are designed to explode across the room as soon as you open the box and then it takes about three hours to make sure you have the 20,000 pieces that are 3mm long. Once that is all in place you work your way through the instructions written in clear Chinglish (or Swedeglish) and 3 days later end up with something that looks like a different item in the catalogue.
There are professional flatpack furniture assemblers who will come to your house and do this. Yes, people actually make a living out of it. When you ring for a quote, if you have already started building the furniture they also include the cost of a marriage counsellor.
Anyway, last night we had a crack at the second piece of furniture and it all looked to be going well. The bookcase was assembled and only the small doors needed to go on two of the compartments. It was at this time we discovered the danger of sorting the pieces on the floor.
The doors required small round plastic hinge bushes to be placed in the wood to hold the doors in place. They are about the same size, colour, shape (and possibly taste) of the kibble that we feed the dog. Jules had taken great interest in our work and seems to have internalised some of it. So now we have to follow the dog around for 48 hours to await the delivery of the missing piece. Oh crap!