A few Christmases ago Mr Puddleduck bought me a gorgeous mirror and eight weeks after moving in we finally decided on where to hang it - the downstairs living room. You wouldn't necessarily expect it to be a decision to warrant eight weeks of deliberation, but the mirror weighs a ton and there's no going back once you've drilled those industrial bolts into the wall.
Important measuring task.
More measuring. And marking.
This is boring.
Uh-oh this isn't going well. I'm outta here.
Bringing in specialist equipment.
Holding breath ...