I have absolutely no idea how many times I have been to Ikea for the past few weeks. All I know is that, every time we go, it will be on a Saturday night, and I would be damn tired. The stuff we wanted to buy will always be out of stock (due to the sales, I assume) and we will always have to go back again and again. I am so familiar with it now that I ‘almost’ know where stuff are kept and how to go and collect big and heavy items. I even know how to return items, since I have returned some.
I foresee that there will be more visits to come – hopefully no, actually, but I have not been so sick of a shopping destination before