furnishing revolution

That's a bit of my dad's christmas present sorted. As a fan of both brightly-coloured Ikea lighting and communist symbolism he should be quite happy with a string of the red ones though he'll have to plant a tree or three to offset the energy consumption. Hopefully it won't remind him of the souvenir Perestroika-faced watch he once had and which I accidentally broke when the strap broke years ago but which he still occasionally mentions. Hopefully he has never got round to reading this and will thus not read about his christmas present. And the watch. If he does he should bear in mind that the co-op-branded bicyclewear and that Lenin T-shirt I got him ages ago should also partly make up for the watch and it was an accident anyway.

In quite a successful evening and taking a mere two hours we decided to go with the wardrobe Nicky spotted on her way home today, checked the space into which it's supposed to fit and realised it would not, found an alternative frame size on the Ikea website, popped out there, had a quick look, found the bits, agreed on a distribution of rails vs. drawers, chose the colour, ordered the bits and got back home without buying any shite we don't need apart from a soap dish and a new toilet brush. Now all we need is a wardrobe-shaped space in the bedroom to put it in when delivered and constructed. The proposed site is currently too full of chests of drawers, suitcases, guitars and bathroom scales to fit anything else in so I think Thursday evening might be boring pack-things-into-ever-smaller-boxes night to save a little bit of space.