We survived Ikea this weekend. I say survived because a) this is a test most couples go through. Can we handle Ikea without wanting to kill each other and b) Ikea, on the last weekend of sale, had ALL their systems go down.
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Yeah. You can imagine all the fun we had. But, we not only survived, we actually had quite a lot of fun and hell yes to my ever positive boyfriend. He is a fucking hero.
Before any idea of the shit storm we enjoyed the best of Ikea – meatballs and daim cake.
At this point I had already lost the note with all our stuff and hugging and puffing had to retrace our step. As George said ‘thank god I didn’t do that, you would have killed me’. Unfortunately true, I don’t deal well with that kind of stress.
But we survived and picked up all our sexy new furniture to make our new place even more amazing.
Then shit went down. We waited 3 hours in a queue for home delivery before giving up and finding a cab that could actually get all of our stuff home. You can imagine the hell hole that is Ikea with a broken data system on a Saturday…
Thank god for books and swede candy.
I had an adrenaline crash and had to lay down (weakling) but George foraged us some Thai food and made sure we both get fed.
Then he whipped me up a wardrobe. Good call dating an architect.
We slept in (totally earned it)
Then I heads into the freezing cold sun and George kept building Ikea stuff. By hand. And by himself. He is a warrior that one.
Getting drawers for all my stuff. Hopefully we get the flat cleared up this weekend and we can have a proper place minus boxes. Right now it’s a cardboard box graveyard.
Dinner and snoozy times to end this weekend. Good work us, we survived.