I have successfully project managed getting us in and out of the IKEA storefront getting the things we went in for, and very little extra, in under 45 minutes, with minimal scope creep. This is rewarded by getting lunch pretty much the moment the IKEA café switches away from breakfast. What else could I have but the meatballs, complete with mash, gravy, peas, and lingonberry jam. Plus, y’know, some garlic bread. And some Daim cake. And some whipped cream. That all comes in under a tenner and is all actually quite good. I feel nostalgic for my one holiday to Stockholm having the real deal of the meatballs, and for the Mallorcan holidays where Daim cake was in ready supply, and isn’t that the sign of good food? Just ask Proust.