Have achieved. Went to IKEA with Julian. From the train going there we saw a huge cloud of smoke in the sky, apparently coming from a fire in East London at the Olympic site.
Maddeningly, the curtains I had ruined were no longer in stock at IKEA but I found a better pair. We bought everything we could . The taxi driver who brought us back was a completely bonkers Turkish guy married to a Russian woman, whose driving and manner gave the impression of a racing driver on coke. However we did arrive back alive, and Julian put the curtains up and pinned the hems . We had also bought a great lamp with a dimmer switch and a rattan trunk for Malvolio, who has not yet started to attack it, so it will do as a coffee table pro tem.
Julian has now gone home to Dorothy and I shall grab a bite to eat before vegging out in front of the telly for the evening.
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