Screwing, the hard way...

Spent the afternoon building bookcases, which have such handy instructions as "pilot holes are for guidance only" - translating as "we couldn't be arsed to make sure they actually line up in much of a meaningful way." And i ended up using a simple resin-handled screwdriver throughout, for various reasons, which means I can now expect to end the weekend with forearms like Popeye and callouses like fucking walnuts on my palms...