Drops of Jupiter

Guess what! It's Monday and I'm poor again.

The problem with Sunday being payday is that I'm forced into a quiet weekend and then I splurge on my day off and by the time it's time to socialise I'm skint again. This week it's worse as, after much batting of my eyes, my father had paid me in advance so I could jaunt off to the cinema with a behatted Joe.

Mum and I went to Ikea. We love Ikea. We can spend hours in there looking at potential rooms, seeing how far I can propel myself in the swivel chairs and stuffing every pocket with those tiny pencils that are no good to anyone. I was doing well before we even got on the bus because Fopp was open and still proclaiming that all French dvds were £6. Guess which one was not. The only freakin one I wanted to buy. I won't whine since it was there, albeit hidden in the complete wrong place and 3 times the price it should be, but it was there and now it is here, safe on my shelves soon to be viewed. And then I bought Casablanca and Breakfast at Tiffany's because they were a fiver each. And The Little Prince because it was a pound and I only have a giant fancy hardback version. Not always practical.

Onto Ikea. We caved in and started with coffee and the best strawberry tarts ever. The bonding was slightly marred by Joe insisting I go see a film about vagina dentata but the strawberries made everything pretty again. They obviously influenced me greatly as I've come home with rather a lot of red.

To start with I'm wrapped in a new gorgeously warm bright red blanket which you won't get to see because I couldn't be arsed trying to take a picture of myself and otherwise it just looked like a pile of fleece. Which it is. Then I bought a red nightlight. Not because I'm afraid of the dark. In fact I can't sleep unless it's really dark. But because we'd already bought the other ones and we had to complete the set! Like pokemon only less numerous and exciting. Lookit them glow!


Lastly on my way out I found daisies. I dare you to be unhappy in the face of these cuties. They're my absolute favourites and I grinned like a fool all the way home.



Also my mum bought these to hang up socks on the line. She didn't even realise they were designed to look like octopuses (octopi?) until I pointed out the eyes. And the disembodied legs in the background are the Blues Brothers in case you were wondering. No we don't know why we have them either but everytime my mum tries to move them my dad huffs.