To think IKEA are a bunch of twats.

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45 minutes. 45 fucking minutes it takes to speak to someone and then they get as far as taking my details and we get cut off. And do they call back?? No they bloody don't. They obviously thought that was me got rid of.

Oh, and they've lost £600 worth of bloody sofa cover and don't seem to be interested in finding it. Or TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT. Rahhhh!

Seriously, shop somewhere else. Cheap tealights are not worth it.

(Off to sit on my uncovered sofa and drink a calming cup of tea...)

I reckon they ought to rent out those mock up flats to homeless people for free (as long as they are out of bed for opening time)

Possibly the best thing about New Zealand is its complete lack of IKEA.

Some people, for unfathomable reasons, fly three hours to Sydney to go to IKEA there.