Dear Sir
It was with some trepidation that I ordered the kitchen shelf, rail and hooks from you. Indeed as I typed my order, with minimal dexterity from my two left hands, I feared for my well-being when ultimately being asked to fit the above mentioned shelves.
I am pleased to relate that the period of anguished apprehension whilst waiting for said shelf to arrive was kept to a minimum and my suffering was soon over, within days rather than possibly unendurable weeks.
It was with hands shaking that I cut open the parcel, (and also cut open anything or anyone within arms length as my toil with a sharp-bladed instrument threatened to even disembowel myself), but finally I was faced with my first view of my nightmare.
I will not bore you with the rest. My nightmare fears proved to be unfounded as with ease I managed to fit said shelf. Whatever apprehensions may have been experienced beforehand have been completely forgotten as my delight with the usefulness, quality and ease of fitment of the above mentioned accessory has manifested itself to levels that can only be described as orgasmic.
For someone who has an ASBO against them for ever holding a hammer or screwdriver, and for someone in whose hands a drill would be considered to be a potential weapon of mass destruction, I am pleased to report that my beloved Albert has emerged unscathed from the fitting process.
A big thank you to all.
Yours in abject delight
Miss Cackhanded of Sussex.