We’ve all been there.
We need to buy a room of furniture, and we want something nice that
doesn’t cost the Earth. So, we go to
Ikea because their stuff looks so cool, and it’s cheap, and there’s so much of
it with such interesting names. And, after spending half a day or more roaming
the impulse-buy extravaganza maze that is Ikea (a protracted and fervent act of
retail seduction that deserves its own entry) we struggle home with our new
dining suite, which has been distilled into half a dozen heavy, flat boxes.
