Save us from cinnamon pastries

I have journeyed into what is usually retail hell. Ikea tends to be a slowly chugging crocodile of browsers poring over products like Trøllspit and Flänge.

I daren’t look at the calorific content.

I’m not a regular at this place so I turned up way too early. In the early morning it turns into a Scandi soup kitchen for the local waifs and strays. Breakfast can be had for a matter of pence. I fit naturally into this milieu, having rolled out of bed for the school run and thus looking like a derelict.

I curse the lacuna, as it has led me within arm’s length of Gifflar, destructor of daily calorie targets.

Author: mostlysocial

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