IKEA’s pathways should have an overtaking lane.

There should also be a special place to lock away the people who stop suddenly, hands on hips to ensure maximum route - blocking, to admire the 263748594837262 candle holders.

As I end up playing a lengthy game of ‘where the fuck is my boyfriend’ every time we visit IKEA, and he’s usually the one with the car keys stowed in his pocket, I’m convinced I will one day ending up living in one of those little hobbit displays.