Purely by coincidence it was announced after tea that I had to go to IKEA to look at a bed for #1 son. Talk about the outer circle of hell! I am going to do my utmost never to go again, but if I am instructed by senior management I'll take the dog, it will be good exercise for him. At one point I threatened to just follow the fire exit signs, opening the fire doors along the way, but was talked out of it. They should realise that their ploy of making you go through the entire store actually puts people off. I'd willingly pay extra to a normal department store where I can go straight to the bit I want, and then leave. I thought the Trafford Centre was bad, but at least you can escape.