Plug not included

We watched 'Pan's Labyrinth' tonight, a Spanish film that was like a mixture of 'The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe', 'Cross of Iron' and 'Reservoir Dogs'.

Esther liked the fairies but wasn't so keen on the torture scenes.

Like we both said at the end, another gloriously cheerful bit of Iberian cinema to send us off to bed with a spring in our step and a song in the corazon.

It must have been something about our morning shopping trip that made us watch it.

Today we ventured into the Swede's Labyrinth of Ikea to get me a chair.

Halfway through our little trip I was looking for one with a plug on it.

I despise that place.