The unintentional silence on my blog has been the result of a culmination of small and unrelated events. One of these is furniture building. Our sojourn to Surbiton's suburban serene solace is our first foray into a flat that is not fully furnished. I am not quite ready to explore the emotional trauma that is Ikea in any depth. I think I can summarise my feelings by saying burjsta docksta henrikstal hallen finnvik kolja hyklje phalaenopsis fossing fidjetun #@!%. While I recover, I hope you find some amusement in watching the emergence of furniture from stacks of laminated pressboard, bags of screws, and one molecularly-scaled allen key
