'I'll call into Ikea Cardiff on my way home from Devon and pick up the lights.'
'Do you know where Ikea is?'
'Yes, of course.'
You can hear the alarm bells ringing, can't you? I couldn't. Which is why I drove around all of west Cardiff - not to mention Dinas Powis - before phoning Husband. 'Where exactly is Ikea?'
And once in, it's as if the normal rules of time and space no longer exist. If you've ever been in Ikea you'll know what I mean. It's hard to explain except to say, 'Think Tardis.' Bigger on the inside than the outside.'
I came out two and a half hours later with a trolley-load of stuff I didn't know I needed.