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[pozorvlak]

Got home late and drunk on Friday night from the West Port book festival's Literary Twestival, where we'd been presenting the best of Project Twutenberg. Sat down rather heavily on the bed, only to hear an ominous cracking noise and find myself about six inches lower than anticipated. On closer inspection, it turned out that a large section of the inner bed frame had split and sheared away from the outer. I then had to spend a keenly-resented half-hour messing around with pliers and wood glue, and setting up a complicated arrangement of clamps and bungee cord to keep the wood in place while the glue dried.

Thank God for sofabeds.