Following my heroic erection of the bunk beds last week, I was clearly deemed fit enough for more flat packing this weekend, lucky me! This time it involved a trip to IKEA, which is something I dread.It is always busy, and especially at weekends. In the pre-children era I used to prefer going mid-week after work, it’s open till 10 O’clock, and around that time you get few browsers.
The reason I dislike going there, is that the duty of preventing our children/monkeys from climbing all over the displays and dismantling them, normally falls to me. Mrs Zilla tends to wander off, leaving me to deal with the carnage. I’ve had words with her about this before, but no matter what I say she seems oblivious. I feel a more equal share of the containment is due, thus allowing me at least part of the pleasant experience she gets to enjoy.
It was with a certain amount of trepidation then that we journeyed to the Scandinavian world of furniture. When we arrived at the car park I felt certain that we had entered some sort of parallel universe; the car park was almost empty. In fact there were even Parent & Child spaces available. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be the trauma I dreaded.
Inside the amount of people reflected the car park. There were no hordes to manoeuvre around and it was all very civilised. The children were also remarkably well behaved, and I only had to threaten them with going to fetch “the man”* twice.
*“the man” refers to any security guard posted at the entrance to a shop. On entering anywhere I point him out to the children and inform them that his job is to stop thieves and any unruly children. Hence a threat to get “the man” normally instils a fear in them.
One thing that I do enjoy about IKEA is the wonderful names they give to things, and I especially enjoy trying to spot rude sounding ones, I’m sure I once saw something called DICKUM, although there may be slight creativity on my part there.
I was also pleasantly surprised by the ease with which the required chest of drawers assembled, no awkward gluing or ill-fitting pieces for once. It actually worked like it was supposed to, which may reveal more about my flat packing skills than I would wish.
The element of luck continued regarding the space the drawers were to fit in. Naively I had let Mrs Zilla measure the gap available for the furniture. She duly noted it, and when we were comparing dimensions in the shop she pulled out a scrap of paper with the limit prescribed. However in her measuring process, she had committed a school-girl error: she had measured up to the wall, forgetting about our old fashioned skirting boards, which removed another few centimetres from the available space using her measurements.
Luckily the drawers just slid into place, otherwise it could have a disaster, which would have no doubt been my fault somehow!
More excitement tomorrow….