Forgot to mention in my last post, but I went to IKEA yesterday. Same here as it is at home, cheap stuff, decent quality, decent food, always spinning harmless American pop over the intercom.

If you're ever living in central London, and you feel the urge to visit IKEA, just go eat a cookie or something and let the urge pass. Whatever you find there will not be worth the pain-in-the-ass haul you have to make out there. The Neasden tube stop is supposed to be closest, but from there, it's a slog to the bus, which will then take you with a block or two of IKEA. And then you get to have all of the fun carrying all of your cheap towels home, and while this means you have something you can hit attackers with, the fight is not so convenient when your arms are loaded down, because they won't give you a bag unless you pay for it (although if you ask me, a pack of coat hangers can make quite an effective weapon).

In any case, IKEA here (much like at home) is way out in the suburbs, which should be warning enough.

Good night all,

Lena