The chairs I can't get out of

I saw these chairs in a Groupon offer a week ago and thought they looked rather snazzy for the garden. The flat pack arrived at lunch time.

While Len spent the whole afternoon assembling them, I trotted Basil round to the postbox and on to see Colin. Better than listening to the cursing and frustration from my hubby.

We tested them on my return. I can get into them, but I can't get out, yet. I think I need a framework around them to grab on to.

Oh dear.