This is a must-read! A hilarious account of visiting IKEA. Love it!
Curtains. As far as I am concerned they are dust-laden habitats for arachnids, moths and the wee people who creep out when I’m not in and put smudges across my “television” screen. They may have been the latest thing when Henry VIII was knee-high to the throne, they may be beloved of little old ladies in Godalming on Sea and they may keep the velvet and gold-thread manufacturers of West Dorset in business, but I don’t like ’em.
Blinds. The Bro’ and I went to fetch me some from the market. Well, to be exact, we hoofed off in the Bentley to Warrington’s IKEA emporium for some TUPPLUR roller blinds. I chose these because they cost only half a magic bean each and because, hopefully, they will poke out into my narrowboat living space less than the curtains do.
IKEA eh? What’s that all about. Just driving through…
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