It's coming along.......

So the Ikea van arrived......

with rather a lot of boxes -

and a very jokey sort of driver....

Now for a bit of assembly.....

by the next morning, my room was starting to take shape.....

and a parcel of gorgeousness in the mail from my very good pal Kath

and just look at this fabulous wall hanging she sent me, it is supposed to be for my craft room, but it is the perfect colour for our bedroom, and so beautiful I just want to lie in bed and gaze at it, so I'll post a photo when it's in place...

I love it so much. Thank you Kath xx

So all those Ikea boxes didn't quite fit the bill, I had to go and buy a couple of shelves. That was a bit of an ordeal adventure. You know how they have this very clever marketing design that means you are forced to start at the top of the store and work your way down, meaning that you have to pass every single item of furniture en route? Toting a big yellow bag on your shoulder that you fill with all sorts of rubbish stuff you can't live without. Well I was almost done and ready to go down to the floor where you give yourself a free hernia tugging hefty boxes off the shelves, when sirens, very loud sirens started. Staff were rushing around telling everyone to evacuate the building, it was an emergency. We had to drop our yellow bags on the floor and trail down dozens of stairs. Outside, we all milled around like a disconsolate crowd of football fans who failed to get a ticket for the cup final. 'Blow this' I thought (or words to that effect), 'I'm going home'......but they wouldn't let me into the car park to pick up my car. A handful of burly guys in yellow high viz jackets were guarding the entrance and talking urgently into walkie talkies.
Eventually, after 75 minutes, we were allowed back in. The evacuation was due to a faulty smoke alarm or something totally banal. So off I went again, my yellow bag hitched over my shoulder. Trouble was, I had forgotten by this time exactly what I was looking for,(my list was in the abandoned yellow bag) and got down to the floor that they call Marketplace and I call the Jumble Sale floor, only to find that I had to get the lift back to the top and start all over again, third time lucky....
I paid, and was almost at the car after struggling to get my unwieldy cart into the lift, when I remembered I hadn't had my car park ticket stamped, so back into the lift I went.........got the picture?
Totally exhausting. I don't want to see another big yellow bag or a Kvissen, or Fjordan or anything with an incomprehensible name for a long long time
See you tomorrow, I may even have some photos of the almost finished room....