Bl$&@dy monday

I love that changing the URL of my blog has lost me all my followers and blogger has forgotten I exist... so sad.

And then my tragedies compound! Ikea, whose flat-packed chest of drawers I helped construct only today, ikea, shrine to the gods of diy and I bought every piece of furniture I have here does it show? Ikea, muse of itinerant uni students and first-time parents and those of us with too much stuff and too little space... Ikea have changed their trademark font. I know, I know.

What I don't know is how best to express my sorrow and outrage. Do they not understand that an entire generation has learned to read by following ikea directions? (hang on, wait up, they're really more like meccano comics)

Ok, that their catalogues are the primary reading material of newly house-bound mothers (and therefore their child's first and formative exposure to the written word)?

You have much more responsibility than you realize, Swedish gods of ubiquitous design. Not only must you provide me with storage solutions and every conceivable item of household goodage, but I demand a clear and legible font nearly but not quite optimally economical. COME ON!