Icky-a

One of the joys of moving into any new place when you have no furniture is, of course, the trip to IKEA. Even when you have to carry piles of unnecessary (but cool and cheap) crap back on a crowed, rush hour tram it all just seems so much fun. Ah, how happy it is to be part of the IKEA generation.

Wish I’d bought that cool blue colander though…