pmsumner

What a weird place. I really don't understand it. The place is always packed, it must be - there's never less than a few hundred cars in the car park, yet it's always comfortable inside. This is the place you can pick up a good quality dinner set for under £50. This is the place that I picked up energy saving bulbs for £2, where everywhere else sells them for £5+, and this is the place that I picked up a percolator for £4 - I'm very very happy about that indeed. This is also the place where I got 2 timer switches for under £4 each.

I love the place, I do. Some of their furniture ideas are fabulous. I could comfortably furnish a house from there, but I get the feeling I'd feel that I was living in someone else's furniture. Does that make any sense? It's almost like someone else has gone through that pesky design process for you, and come up with generic furniture that could fit anywhere.

Any thoughts? Am I just talking shite again?

Oh, speaking of Ikea, going on a second viewing of the flat on Monday with mum. She's got it into her head that we're going to do that (and take a measuring tape with us) then head straight back to Ikea and buy lots of stuff. What Fun. Oh, Joy. Not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but it would be nice to get in there first and see what stuff my folks want to get rid of that I can fit in. It's so much easier that way for me.