Retail therapy comes in many forms and guises. For me, it is a trip to IKEA. Iain hates the place ... if he really must go he enters the revolving door with his head down (as if diving into deep water) and goes straight for the purchase, through the till and straight out the door, only raising his head once he is back in the fresh air of the car park.
Mairi and I headed there on Saturday to indulge our fantasies and partake of the excellent coffee and Scandinavian treats in the cafeteria. The children get one hour to play in the Smaland Supervised Play Area and love every minute of the colourful, well organised creche.
Back home we arrived with 2 kiddies chairs to be assembled. Mairi, who is a dab hand with the screwdriver and a set of IKEA instructions is now bringing the children up in the faith. No discrimination here. Ishie has her Allen key and Alastair has his.
Teddy lies abandoned while Himself gets on with more important things.
Grandpa has put together a good few IKEA purchases in the past but his preference is to build shelves to his own design from scratch. He is presently fitting out shelves in the garage for all his bits and pieces.
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