“Oh, it’s raining” said Ian, on Saturday morning. “Let’s go to Ikea!”
It seems to be a fact of life that whenever we go to Ikea, it is tipping it down with rain. So to turn logic on it’s head, the rain prompted him to suggest a much needed trip to the Swedish furniture store. My response?
“Yes, yes, meatballs!”
Let’s be honest, though. Who doesn’t love Ikea? Well, okay… I don’t like the queues to pay, and the fact that only a third of the tills are ever open. The fact that there is always guaranteed to be at least one screw missing from your furniture. That there is never anyone around to help when you are five-foot-three woman trying to buy an eight-foot wardrobe on your own. That its ubiquity is making clones of houses up and down the land. That they never have everything you need in stock at exactly the same time. I could go on with a list of niggles.
But Ikea is also the ultimate rainy family day out.
Besides the cheap, multifunctional furniture endless storage solutions and maze of spaces for exuberant toddlers to burn off some excess energy…
Mirrors to stare at yourself in and cupboards to nosy in to
Little corners and cubby hole to hide in. And lots and lots of set-ups where you can run round and round in endless circles. (Fun only if you’re one and three quarters, I fear!)
Trollies to ride in, especially fun over the sensory pavements outside!
Free pencils for “dawing” (Drawing, to you and me!)
Lots of toys to “try before you buy”
I thought about adding the fact that it’s a free day out. But then I remembered that it’s almost impossible to leave Ikea without spending at least £100, even if you only went in for some chopping boards and a small storage box. Damn you Ikea!