The random Ikea trip
Jan22

The random Ikea trip

My husband goes to a coffee shop every day. He goes there to work, for a change of scene. Coffee is his one vice, his little pleasure in life. At the weekend, he takes either my daughter or younger son with him – whichever one of them is out of bed (my eldest is never out of bed!). The other day, he set off for coffee with my son. Then he rang me, about when I was expecting him back, to inform me they were in Ikea. In Bristol....

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