Yes, I'm having one of those days, bought about in this case, I suspect, by my predilection for not going to bed at any time my mother would deem remotely sensible.
I have sat here for the last hour surfing aimlessly, taking very little in, my mind is a complete blank. Last night, when I eventually did the horizontal thing, my head was full of ideas which seem to have shuffled off with my dreams to an obscure place and are not in any hurry to be dragged back to the vaguely operating part of my consciousness!
So that's it for now, I'm off to do some of the 'domestic goddess'stuff for a while, though I doubt that will inspire me. This afternoon we are off to Ikea, assuming of course that PG doesn't come up with 'tangible excuse number 89' in his much practiced, PG authenticated, list of '101 reasons not to go to Ikea' and I'll hopefully be back later slightly more compis mentis!!
Thursday, 2 September 2004
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What isit with men and shopping? I had a job and a half to persuade Keith to do some clothes shopping for his holiday last Sunday. :)
Jenny: methinks it is part of their genetic makeup!
Blackrat: Brent Park was my local branch for years, the gates of Hades would be a 'walk in the park' by comparison! Edinburgh Ikea on a saturday just can't compare with even a Thursday there....perhaps I should 'treat' PG to Brent Park next month and then he will feel only relief at future visits here! :o)
My best excuse for not going to Ikea (my nearest being the dreaded Brent one) is "I don't want to go to Ikea". Not a very good one, I think.
We once had my parents buy an Ikea futon at the branch in Birmingham and bring it the 120 miles down to us, rather than go through the hell of visiting our own branch (a mere 10 miles away).
Lol Alan, you can do better than that! :o)
I can't believe (well actually I can) that you had someone bring your futon 120 miles just to avoid Ikea.....even if it is the dreaded Brent one! lolololol.
Well, they were coming down to see us anyway.
:o)
Ikea, Canada. Toronto West. Worst shopping experience EVER!! Ask Meagan. She was with me. The store was new and I was just browsing. We were quite literally lost in that bloody maze of wooden Swedish furniture. There were miles and miles of aisles and aisles. I just wanted to leave the store but could not find an exit. At all!! We went round and round that bleeding place until bewilderment turned to frustration and then to anger.
We finally found a salesgirl and I demanded in a very loud voice that she accompany me IMMEDIATELY to the nearest exit. She complied. I could have died. 'Cause Meagan cried.
IKEA. Not a happy place to shop. There you are, PG. #102
Actually, Dale, I just read that 17 shoppers died in a stamped at an IKEA in Saudi Arabia. Seems they had a special discount for the first 250 shoppers. I'd comment futher, but it would reflect poorly on me.
By the way, what does PG stand for? I skipped class that day. :)
Dale: That is so funny! I can tho understand the difficulty in finding an exit! You guys really do detest the Ikea experience don't you! lol
DK: Lol. and you didn't miss a lesson, it was never taught! PG is my partners initials. I use IRC alot and given that some from there, occasionally come here, my internet securiy paranoia dictates that I/we remain slightly anon. I know anyone with half a mind could find me (tho I can't imagine why they would want to) from the info here but best I don't make it too easy. Hehe.
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