So, there was a panic attack of manic size this morning. DH had ordered these shelves so that they could be put into the spare room so that said spare room could be used as a pantry and all around store room, and we could finally get a bed into DH's room for us, and a wardrobe for us as well. Then, I could finally-FINALLY-stop sleeping down here in the front room. ARGH! Anyways, back to this morning's panic. The shelves were delivered, and the bloke who dropped them off said that the package was heavy and that it weighed 50kg's. I just figured, "Sure, whatever." But, MIL went off, saying that if it went upstairs, it would make the ceiling fall in. And if that happened, we'd get chucked out by the council. And hopefully, DH would be able to accept responsibility. JEEZ!!!!!! Well, on the lunchtime news, there was a story about this dog that needs a good home. He weighs 75kg's. That made MIL quiet down a bit. I just feel for DH, because he tries so hard to get it all right, but.....