Lego for grownups

The children have gone to Shropshire for a week and I am bereft. They have taken both Nintendo DS lite consoles with them. I have been forced to send off to Amazon for two point and click pc games to entertain me now that I will not have the joy of getting Super Mario to World 4 or lowering my brain age below 35. I have considered buying my own set - but as the pre christmas rush on stock has added £50 to their price, the sheer extravagance of it is too much even for me.

Now that the chemo drugs are working their way out of my system I am starting to remember what it feels like to be normal - but suffered a severe setback this weekend after agreeing to spend half of it in Ikea buying Luc a new wardrobe...Hoping not to go back ever again, we somehow came back with not one but two enormous cupboards which have transformed his room into something resembling the Pax catalogue. What were we thinking?

Having moved all of his stuff (and there is a lot of it) into Emily's room, I now realise that the rest of the week will be spent trying to filter and chuck, rather than enjoying plenty of r&r as I had imagined. The other problem is that while the giant wardrobes are almost finished (thanks to the efforts of Francois, Mark A, a couple of screwdrivers and a lot of swearing), there were unfortunately no shelves in stock to go in them so I can't even start putting things away. Why or why does Ikea exist if not to torture us?

Perhaps its a good thing there is no Nintendo here after all...