National Museum of Scotland, Chamber Street.

Went to Ikea, my spare room is now tidier because all the crap I should really throw out is now in boxes.

What is it about Ikea that sucks the life out of me? I always go in with the intention of simply going to the area I want and picking up what I want and then going directly to the pay desks. Why does this plan never work?

Why are there always at least two charmless toddlers within earshot at all times?

Why is Ikea obsessed with pink and green and purple?

Why does everything have to have an incomprehensible name?

Why am I planning to go back next week?