I feel that I am now on a par with Rudy, as I have googled "why is bird poop white", and can tell DGS next time I see him. (Tbh it never occurred to me that anyone would ever want to know the answer to this, so I feel properly edoocated). 
We've been vaguely looking at beds in Ikea today (going to Ikea is my worst nightmare, I think). I want to buy two singles to replace the small double in one of our bedrooms - small double is actually my bed from when I was a teenager, and which DD also used (new mattress, of course). We wanted to get rid of it last year when we redecorated, but DD asked if she could have the bed when the moved into their new house ... and, fortunately, she is now getting closer to that dream.
Can someone tell me, though, why it is that I always come out of Ikea with things which I didn't know that I wanted until I saw them there? Today's purchases included a dozen small glasses for fruit juice at breakfast - now when did I ever have twleve people over for breakfast? 
How are you doing today, Crem? Still improving?