Eye ki HA

...as the army of fanatically gung-ho interior designers chant at their pep rallies. Or they would if Russell T Davies had written them.

Jan had an eye check-up today in Bristol, and for a wonder it only took half the day, including the forty-odd minutes between my dropping her off at the BEH and finding a place to park. So as we were going home I said "fancy a trip to IKEA?"

And we done it. We are no longer IKEA virgins. As with any loss of virginity, the actual experience was somewhat modified by the fact of its being the first time; it was a little bit rushed, a little bit uncomfortable and an awful lot to take in, and then there were meatballs. Or perhaps I'm getting confused...

Anyway, my golly don't they have some furniture. Some of it's even nice, in a stripped down functional sort of way (Jan noted a distinct shortage of aged oak linenfold panelling) and some of it is temptingly cheap in a maybe-in-a-few-months sort of way. And it's the first place we've ever actually seen and touched a genuine double sink. We'd thought they were extinct.

Anyway, I had to be up at eight this morning, having gone to bed at four, um, this morning, so I'm now a tad wiped. I may crash at any mo