Saturday 26 March 2011: Old man in the mirror
I've discovered that once you reach a certain age, the amount of stuff you plan for your weekends becomes inversely proportional to the amount of monotonous crap you end up doing.
Today was supposedly empty but spent mostly rounding up materials necessary for carrying out essential repairs and wading through Ikea's treacle-like customer service experience. They really don't really give a Flïgen Føk.
At least we had the pleasure of dinner with the lovely Safia, who's off-the-scale cuteness almost made the restaurant's Ikea-like service standards go unnoticed.