My parents have a habit of buying me things from IKEA whenever they have occasion to pass through Sydney. They'll buy themselves things too, of course, but they tend to decide that there's fine Swedish flat-pack things that'll make my non-Swedish partly flat-pack life complete.
Usually, they're USEFÜL, or KÜTE, or RÅNDØM KRÄP that's flat and small enough that it can be safely stored away and forgotten. Usually.
Not, sadly, this time.
This time, the product they decided I simply must have was an IKEA flat-pack gingerbread house. It came in a box, with two gingerbread end WÄLLS, two gingerbread side WÄLLS, two gingerbread RØØF panels and a gingerbread CHÏMNEY to make a gingerbread LØNGHÅUS that any gingerbread VÏKÏNGS would take great gingerbread PRYD in. All very fine, if the picture was to be believed.
It wasn't. The assembly went relatively smoothly, with this gingerbread LØNGHÅUS being assembled using a specially-formulated lemon icing MORTÄR. I scampered off to do other things, happily leaving the newly-made IKEA structure to rest for now.
Mere minutes later, a fragile crashing sound came from the table; and there it was, in RUÏNS, as though a gingerbread Thor had taken displeasure and struck down this gingerbread LØNGHÅUS with a gingerbread MJÖLLNIR (which, when he wants, can be so small as to fit inside a lunchbox). WÄLLS, RØØF and CHÏMNEY alike lay in pieces as the imaginary gingerbread VÏKÏNGS ran for their imaginary gingerbread LÏFES.
*sigh*
In short, tonight I dine on discombobulated WÄLLS and lemon icing MORTÄR.
Usually, they're USEFÜL, or KÜTE, or RÅNDØM KRÄP that's flat and small enough that it can be safely stored away and forgotten. Usually.
Not, sadly, this time.
This time, the product they decided I simply must have was an IKEA flat-pack gingerbread house. It came in a box, with two gingerbread end WÄLLS, two gingerbread side WÄLLS, two gingerbread RØØF panels and a gingerbread CHÏMNEY to make a gingerbread LØNGHÅUS that any gingerbread VÏKÏNGS would take great gingerbread PRYD in. All very fine, if the picture was to be believed.
It wasn't. The assembly went relatively smoothly, with this gingerbread LØNGHÅUS being assembled using a specially-formulated lemon icing MORTÄR. I scampered off to do other things, happily leaving the newly-made IKEA structure to rest for now.
Mere minutes later, a fragile crashing sound came from the table; and there it was, in RUÏNS, as though a gingerbread Thor had taken displeasure and struck down this gingerbread LØNGHÅUS with a gingerbread MJÖLLNIR (which, when he wants, can be so small as to fit inside a lunchbox). WÄLLS, RØØF and CHÏMNEY alike lay in pieces as the imaginary gingerbread VÏKÏNGS ran for their imaginary gingerbread LÏFES.
*sigh*
In short, tonight I dine on discombobulated WÄLLS and lemon icing MORTÄR.
