Bad Ikea

Now, I need furniture.

Ikea is a large, seething evil city, a bit like that place where Batman lives, but they speak Danish.

I walked a million miles, got very lost, decided after 4 hours that if all I had to show for it was a shoe holder and drawer dividers, I may as well not bother.

Tottenham High Street is much easier.

Admittedly, it was quite exciting taking the tube, the overland and then the Tram to get to Bad Ikea,

Was all downhill from there.

The Hubby, obviously being older and wiser, stayed at home and watched golf.

I am just a bad shopper.

I know it.

I don't care.