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Needless to say, there was no fooling you lot yesterday. Of course I was off to Ikea, with much excitement and glee. First I dropped the girls in the centre of Milton Keynes with my dad and his girlfriend. They were having the girls for the night and then taking them to the pantomime today. I was getting to buy storage and my girls were gone. (Which was strange and very, very quiet. The girls both being out is a very rare thing around here.)

It took me longer to find a parking spot at Ikea than it did to do the shopping. What a nightmare! It's a good thing I knew exactly what I wanted and went in through the exit, back tracked to the correct place in the warehouse, got what I needed, paid and got out. I very quickly remembered why I don't go to Ikea on the weekends if I can help it.

But now I am the proud owner of this Trofast unit.

Just waiting to be filled. But look at the bigger picture showing location.

It fits perfectly under the stairs, still leaving room for the coats to hang, and right there beside it is another unit - full of hats & scarves, dance gear, and summer sandals - and I think that I can feel a mini coup happening in the future when some of those drawers become mine by mysterious happenstance. All I need is a little stealth.

Tomorrow, when I have them all back into routine I will do my final delve into the old toy box and get sorting.

Who knows what lurks in the bottom?!

And sundry other piles of fabric shall also be sorted. I live a dream that sewing will become easier, more organised, more sophisticated when all these fabrics are sorted, colour coded, and each in its place. I know I am living in a fools paradise, but a girl can dream.

I now have to girls to go and bring home again. I am sure I will be hearing all about the pantomime all the way home. I promise not to pass on all the details to you tomorrow.

Susan