For I had a day out planned at that mass consumerism mecca of the world ... Ikea.
Oh Ikea ... how I love you.
How I love your faux living rooms, kitchens, bathrooms, everything. How I love your vast market hall and it's abundant supply of things I don't need and never will need ... but must have anyway. How I love your meatballs. How I love your ostensibly well priced items ... that add up to an eye watering, panic inducing total once I have pushed my trolley along your yellow arrowed route. How I love everything about you ... until I have to admit to Hubby how much I spent ... and what I spent it on. How I then curse you ... for your wicked, irresistible seduction of my senses.
My sister and niece were my partners in crime.
Some of us committed more heinous offences than others.
My niece will be let off with a warning.
I can expect to be given a good behaviour bond, community service and my cash card confiscated.
My sister ... guilty as charged.