What I hate most about Ikea is how, after wandering around for hours amid products with names you can't pronounce, you leave with a couple of flat packed boxes and an overwhelming ache for a house and a family.

What I hate most about Ikea is how I can't claim that ache started there.

There are good things and bad things and indifferent things to be said about the last few days but once again I find myself unable to say any of them. I'm a little sad and a little tired and a little hopeful and a little angry and lot of other things as well.

But I'm halfway through a very good book so I'll just focus on that for the time being.