In Sweden they say ‘ICK-ee-ah’

I was walking into IKEA when I realised I looked like a hobo. Something about all those glistening surfaces put me out of joint. Henry and I had got caught in a July Special rainstorm at the temple, and so there was lion hair, and there was a stupidly baggy cardigan, and there was a … Continue reading In Sweden they say ‘ICK-ee-ah’