I am woken up (after a pretty interrupted night’s sleep) by drilling in the apartment above me at about 10am and decide to get up: probably the best way to get over jet lag is to try and get back into a routine. I am lucky that I have got the weekend to recover.
I was wondering what to do today when I get a message from Charles saying that he’s going to IKEA later and I invited myself along: I now have a plan for today. I ask him what he needs from there and he replies “pussy"
Err, what?
"Pussy. Pussy willow!" It was a bit of a comedy moment, as I didn’t think he knew what pussy really was (he did, so I guess not that funny).
IKEA is the usual trip – candles, kitchen utensils, rug, pussy – and we leave just in time as the crowds start building up. I loved the fact they were playing ABBA non-stop, perhaps taking the Swedish thing a bit too literally.
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