IKEA

Well, this rainy morning in Sydney, I can't decide what to do.  All four kiddies are off at school.  I am at home looking at the mess and really, all I want to do is drive 40 minutes to get to IKEA.  A journey which is not that far, and once I get there I just adore it, but hate it at the same time, as I always feel so stressed out at the end after waiting half an hour at the check out.  Spending an absolute bomb.  But then I feel happy when I return home and put all the little bits and pieces in their new homes.  Well, I think I've convinced myself to face the torture.  Just quickly will put another load of washing on.