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
I went to Ikea …
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