I know we touched on this before, but it’s that time of year again.
The 29th of September was Michaelmas; the official start of autumn, and folklore has it, that is the day the devil pisses on blackberries, spits on them, curses them or puts his cloven hoof on them (depending which part of the country you are from) rendering them inedible!
And not a pot of bramble jelly or blackberry gin did I make this year, not even a blackberry and apple crumble, I’m a failed domestic goddess.
I nipped into Ikea today, never a wise move it always winds me up (although there was the odd moment of light relief.) It’s not really a store you can nip into, you have to be processed, led through the store, like cattle down a chute at an abattoir, I only wanted to pick up some bundles of scissors for a colleague, I must have walked 3 miles to find them.
If you are going to Ikea Manchester (actually it’s Ikea in Ashton-Under- Lyne, so lets call a spade a spade, the people of Ashton do) you need to know the store now doesn’t open till 11am, not 10am as in years gone by; I hit on this little hitch last time I tried to ‘nip in,’ I had a cunning plan that I could buy what I wanted and get to a meeting by 11:00, I was wrong, it was the day they had changed the opening time, a lot of people were not happy bunnies, having driven a fair distance for some pre planned ‘destination shopping.’ You could tell Ikea were expecting a bit of grief from disgruntled customers as they had posted a Scandinavian giant* on the door, who was repelling all boarders which seems to typify the feeling that I always get in Ikea, that they pay lip service to ‘valuing customers.’
Never mind here is a pretty leaf
How tall do you have to be to be a giant? any way, he was very, very tall.