IKEA

I have a shocking revelation to make. I don’t have a driving licence! “But how do you survive?!” I hear you ask. A lot of public transport, cabs and a fairly understanding husband. I say fairly, because there are certain places he’s not entirely fond of taking me: IKEA - any of them, any time, due to the sheer size/scale/confusion/distance from home. Chips have to be provided as payment at an absolute minimum Our 2nd nearest industrial estate - Traffic nightmare but contains all the best stores including John Lewis at Home. Again, all kinds of favo[...]