MOOSE MEAT, GINGER BISCUITS AND ARM MUSCLES

On Friday morning, I took the longest car I could get my hands on and headed down to Florence to raid Ikea. A good shopper, I followed the flow and jotted down the reference numbers of the pieces of furniture I intended to buy. Back on the ground floor, I directed my trolley towards the isles, only to realise that I wasn’t strong enough to get fifty kilos worth of cupboards from the top shelf into the trolley. Back I went to find help. Pushing over 150 kilos, I realised there was no way I would be getting all the stuff I needed, so I made my way to the cash point, only to find that there was nowhere to leave the trolley whilst I drove closer to the entrance and no one to help me load my heavy boxes into the car. Gingerly, I sweated out of Ikea and was saved by a Senegalese chap who offered to help me in exchange for a little cash. Thank goodness for extracomunitari!