At the moment my house might as well be dubbed "The House of Fluff" due to the fluffballs which are our cats. Not a single piece of clothing goes unfluffed. One can't sit down on the sofa without getting up with a collection of fluff looking remarkably like a rabbit's tail on their behind. (I've written the word "fluff" too much, but I can't think of an appropriate synonym right now...)
Because of this I was accompanied by the lovely Lachlan to IKEA in pursuit of lint rollers. Rather than making a beeline for the lint rollers we ambled through the store looking at all the display rooms. Naturally we decided it would be a fabulous idea to play pretend. We started off in the kitchen, or the "woman's place" as my dear friend so taunts me, where Lachlan would walk into the room where I was supposedly cooking and calling out "honey, I'm home". As we made our way through each room we acted out a number of scenarios. We sat down on two sofas to watch the Olympics on the plastic television in our living room. As I went to grab the wine I noticed all the wine bottles were empty and accused my drunkard husband of drinking all the wine. Continuing through the many rooms of our IKEA furnished home we stumbled across a children's room where I proceeded to look for our lost son, yelling out "Timmy, Timmy, where are you?" We then turned around and found a group of strangers had let themselves into our living room and began criticising our furniture. On close inspection all the food had been taken from our fridge as well! Devastated, we then went bed testing and searched for convenient storage solutions in which to put the souls we'd stolen.
We had enough time to enjoy a hearty IKEA meal of chips and gravy (and unlimited soft drink refills!) before actually finding the lint rollers we came for in the first place and heading through the self service check outs.
Just a side note about IKEA... I never noticed any functioning clocks while I was in store. It's a strategic marketing strategy so that you can legitimately lose track of time and easily spend a whole afternoon looking at everything. *gasp*
Next blog post (probably) I'll reveal my not-quite-so-wild first experience nightclubbing! Dun dun dun...
