I believe I've made it pretty clear that I hate IKEA.  Not only because the furniture is of lousy quality, assembling said furniture is unjustifiably complicated, and it isn't by any means cheap.  But also because IKEA is a giant, windowless warehouse that is always packed to the walls.  It's as though there were a worldwide shortage on plastic storage boxes and this store holds the final ones!  So you know how I swore I'd never set foot in IKEA again?  I did.  This morning.  There were circumstances well beyond my control that took me back there.  And this is what they were.  We need a new bed.  It is one of the expenses we've been putting off but my back is killing me on our current circa 1920 horsehair mattress so the time has come.  A percentage of GP's pay comes in the way of vouchers that expire at the end of the year.  If he doesn't use them he loses them.  The vouchers can be used at one supermarket chain, (nowhere near us), one gas station chain, (on the highway only), and guess where?  IKEA.  So there we are.  If I want my new bed, I have to go to IKEA.  The store opens at 10 a.m. on Sundays and so we were there bright and early, ready when the doors open.  Somehow when we got in the store was already full.  How is that possible?  We had already chosen the bed we wanted so all we needed to do was choose a mattress, order the bed, pay and go to the help desk to register for home delivery.  3 hours!  I left with a headache from the noise, dry eyes from the florescent lights, thirsty from the recycled air and drained.  They deliver the bed pieces, (3 boxes full), tomorrow, so after school we're going to tackle assembly.  God help us.  xxoo me