Step 1

Y'know, because, conceivably, that is a *single step*!!

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It's done now, although there was far less swearing than expected. Not to say that there wasn't much, but...
That's half the fun, though, You shout, you swear, you want to throw bits across the room when hit your thumb with a hammer, and then as the last screw/bolt goes into place you feel a great surge of manly pride and satisfaction. No gain without pain, and all that.
... So there was this one time that I built a foldy-up futon base with a hammer drill after coming back from the pub.

(There was no way I was going to cock it up b/c Small Brother was egging me on.)
Adam and I purchased our first futon in anticipation of a friend visiting, but we didn't get it assembled before he arrived. The friend got to our house before either of us got home from work, so he assembled the futon with a Leatherman. He nearly cried when he found out we had a power drill.
He should have phoned. "Hi, I'm here. Where are your power tools?". It's generally safe to tell guests where these things are, unless you've got latexiron coming to stay.
Although, as a rule, he brings his own. As they're more often powered by petrol or explosive than those of his host.