A Successful Trip

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

I was organised. There was a plan. I had created a spare room. With a bed. I had not allowed for a teenage curveball.

The Eldest Mini Princess has a platform bed in her room and has decided that it would be nice to get in and out of bed without requiring ladders. I have always thought it looked like a nightmare. At my age, I’m pretty sure I would have broken my neck going for a pee in the middle of the night.

So she is STEALING your bed Jenny. Yes STEALING it, and as I’m already in changing rooms mode, I have decided that this needs to be sorted NOW.

Which meant another trip to the best little warehouse outside Texas that is IKEA. With The Prince. Who HATES IKEA even more than me. It is a place fraught with danger for otherwise happy couples. If they filmed the journey, it would be akin to watching a video of fish swimming in the ocean. It all starts off innocently; you are meandering around quite happily but a box of tea lights and a scatter cushion too many, and the pair of you are fluent in passive aggressive and are as spiky as a p1ssed off puffer fish. With PMT.

Not this time. We went with a list, headed straight to the locations of the items we wanted, bought them and left.

I have outsourced the construction of the flat packed items to David’s Assembly Department or DAD as he prefers to be known. His rates are very reasonable. I have agreed to pay him one sticky toffee pudding for each assembled item and to be his willing apprentice.

C