Soul Destroying

The usual Monday morning was going well until Helen suggested Ikea.The word is enough to strike fear into the heart of any man.What I hate about Ikea is that there is only one way in and one way out.No short cuts.You have to follow the arrows through the store.It is like walking through the mines of Moria that feeling of your soul being sucked out of you and that tiredness that invades your body until you realise that the will to live is slowly slipping away and that it really doesn't matter anymore.Then you think of your family and you know you must rally and push on when you really only want to curl up and die.

Visiting Ikea is bad enough but my hatred of flat pack furniture knows no bounds.Furniture should be beautifully made and hand crafted delivered to your door FULLY ASSEMBLED.A thing of beauty to be treasured.Flat pack is so defeatist  in its way almost like giving up.I have carried the flat pack into the house and that is were my involvement with it ends.

A grey wet and drizzly day in so many more ways than one.