Sunday afternoon, I ventured somewhere scary - really, surreally, scary. Ikea. I’ve been into Ikea about 3 times in my whole life, and each time was to the
After consulting the map twice (yes, they provide maps. They need to.), we finally found the boxes. Under Home Organisation, of course. Where else would they be? So Swedishly logical. Mr Whiskers took off to test himself out as a store model, which worked a treat and confused some four year olds. And their mothers. I would have thought just being in Ikea confusing and disorienting (well it was for me. Beam me up Scotty!), but obviously one becomes more accomplished and acclimatised with exposure, or simply brainwashed. Anyway, I found some funky boxes, and some nice lights too, but they will have to wait until I can gather up the courage to enter the biosphere that is Ikea once again, with another stiff coffee lined up afterwards!