On Saturday we moved our meagre belongings into the cottage. It was reasonably un-traumatic. We were feeling pretty pleased with ourselves. Due to the complete lack of sleeping apparatus, we were in need of a guest bed. So we went to Ikea. On a Saturday afternoon.
Levels of tension increased exponentially for the rest of the day as the bed we wanted was not in the warehouse. We found an alternative. The Aspelund. We then spent 20 minutes trying to fit the flat packed bed, mattress and sundry items in average sized saloon car. Decided two trips were necessary. Ash had to drive home as there was no guarantee I would be able to unload at other end on my own.
So Saturday afternoon saw me sitting woefully with a trolley outside Ikea. In the rain. I shared a steel bench with a procession of cancer giving smokers and watched knackered, fed-up parents try to deter screaming small people past the carny ride directly outside the exit.
The carny ride played shite 50’s rock on a loop for the 67 minutes I waited.
That 67 minute wait was the best contraception ever.
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Just to offer a defence for the kids:
Don’t blame them – blame the stupid parents who drag them out to these places and then expect them to behave themselves while they’re bored out of their heads. I think my bellows of protest would easily drown-out the kids if I was being dragged into Ikea on a Saturday afternoon! ;)
And rather than contraception, maybe see it as being just another example of how you’d choose NOT to raise your children :D
Grim. AND you’ve to put the shagging thing together after all that.
science guy put it together without complaint (he’ll do pretty much anything for a wood fired pizza). and the bed is ok to sleep on (and stuff). it’s in the spare room, as are we, for one more sleep. all worldly possessions arrive tomorrow…
the best thing about ikea is the sweedish meatballs!!
They should make a 67 minute wait like that part of every teenager’s sex ed program!
Sounds like a fun time. How does the bed look? More importantly how does it feel?
HAHA…sometimes 67 minutes is what is takes…and sometimes a mere 6 OR 7 minutes around screaming kids is all it takes. Sorry you had the long version Sas. :)