The man on the motorcycle was not on his motorcycle. It is tomorrow he comes to help me dredge the cellar of the remnants of my really quite happy life.
In the meantime, I have been despatched to Ikea "to buy shelving and boxes - probably called Boxi and Shelvi - so it will be well-ordered". I am not sure how much shelf you can get in a 3-year old Micra, but I know for a definite fact you can get 40 bags of 100 Tea Lights in and still have change from a fiver (for a hotdog). You can also get 200 little pencils in your handbag if you take a big one and don't try and take them from the same place all at once.
Croydon seems a very long way away. I may be some time. I love Ikea.
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Croydon is a long way away - and that is just the way it should stay.
Oh I remember happy days in the Whitgift Centre and jeering at all the asylum seekers at Lunar House.
IKEA has a kind of addictive element. Except it is also sperm of the Devil.
The new blog is wicked, kewl etc etc. (used a bit of youf speak there just to upset you).
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