I went to Ikea …


Those of you who know me will appreciate that is a big statement.  For those who don’t, I hate Ikea.  I have been a few times and I am yet to come out without throwing a tantrum.  I know it is a personality flaw that I have to bear.  I hate being told what to do and I particularly hate being herded, like cattle, through displays that they want me to pass just to get to one little item I may be interested in.  I have sworn, at least twice, that I will never go again… but still I venture. Continue reading