“If you look at the CEOs of some the most successful companies in the world like IKEA, they never fly first class. They always go economy.” ~ Gene Simmons
Yesterday because it was raining heavily I planned my day to suit. The plans went like this – A morning of domestic chores, a shower, change into warm, fleecy PJs, a book, the log burner, a mug of hot chocolate and a comfy chair. I was intending to stay home in my comfortable little nest. I had no plans to see anyone or go anywhere.
Half way through the morning the cell phone alerted me to a text from the third daughter.
Lizzy – Hi Mum, would you like to come for lunch with Alistair and me?
Oh how kind of them to think about me, how could I possibly turn them down.
Me – Thank you, I’d love to.
Lizzy – Oh good, but we’ll need to take two cars, can you meet us there?
Me – Where?
Lizzy – IKEA
Me – What? IKEA??
Lizzy – Yes, we thought we could eat at IKEA so we can use your boot (trunk) for the toy Storage that we’re buying!
Unbelievable eh? Even so, I had to smile, why couldn’t they have simply said they needed my help to bring back storage units. Needless to say, I showered and dressed and drove down to the city to join the busy motorway (M62) to get to Bradford where the nearest IKEA store is.
Surprisingly, seeing as this was a Monday, there was a jam-packed car park (parking lot) and a very busy store. Why weren’t these people at work?
Lunch was as okay as any Ikea lunch could be and both babies (23 months and six weeks) slept through it.
Standing around waiting while discussions took place on what size unit, what colour and how many boxes of each size, resulted in boredom setting in. So I went for a wander around the store.
I love these wall hooks… if only I had my own small children. Look at these balls of coloured string… What could I make with those, a tiny string vest perhaps?
What…? A black and white Christmas, No no, definitely not for me. Oh, now this is what I like, lots and lots of cardboard boxes, ooh… flowery ones too!
Is it time to go home yet?
© Sue W-nansfarm.net 2017 In response to the daily word-prompt Nest