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Having staggered half a mile across Central London carrying my brand spanking new rowing machine I have finally made it home with the bloody thing.

OK, I wimped out and got a cab.

Now I just have to assemble it.

The words "Made in China" stamped on the outside of the box do not give me any confidence that the assembly instructions will be anywhere near readable.

Still, if I get stuck I can always get the Chinese family upstairs to build it for me. They still owe me one for flooding my bathroom.