The Colledges Go to Ikea

We went shopping today to an Ikea on the south side of Brisbane that dwarfed most airports. After a half hour in the carpark, looking for (and finding) a park near the entrance (but nowhere near the exit, curiously) and a VERY large plate of Swedish meatballs and flugenshnugen, we set off on what was to be a three-hour tour.

We were determined to find a gift for the three-year old son of friends of ours - a three year old that drives mind you - and we couldn't decide on the stuffed rat or the stuffed spider....

or the psychotic beaver:
... but we did find a little something to spice up our marriage:


But Ikea is a GREAT place to buy gifts for Christmas. I don't want to spoil anyone's surprise, but we got TC and Janine some Skarvolderkars, a lovely Hugenplugfen Skroken and Grandnad for Jeannie and Greg; and a year's supply of Fruggenbilden Toendershcnicken for the neighbours.

We were going to get a really cute Graben-Knacknurl for my mother, but we couldn't decide on a colour.

And Bruce didn't want to take these off...
... and can you blame him?