I sit behind the compilation in the office.
Wife from the kitchen:
Drop up our bed.
An insidious plan is born in the head: the location of the manual hexagonal drill pops up in the memory, the speed of the screws is thought out for a greater effect of suddenness.
15 minutes from the kitchen.
Not all, only the bed.
That is 100% understanding.
I love her!
(I don’t need to put the bed back.)