I really should re-phrase that title, but it's basically true. This time yesterday I was sitting in the front of a large truck trying to speak in Chinlish with a delivery man who had wanted to hide Sha under a tarpaulin in the back of the truck. Sha and I had gone to IKEA - The World's Most Unromantic Store - to buy a bed. What a surprise, the bed that we had chosen was not in stock. So we went and watched Harry Potter instead. After the film, Sha with her rather impressive sixth sense (or with some magic that she'd picked up from the film) decided that the bed did exist and went storming back into IKEA. It then turned out that they had plenty in stock!
So we bought the bed. When I returned from checking that we had all the bits, I discovered that Sha had found the dodgy Chinese delivery guy and they had struck a deal. He'd drive me home and carry all the bits into the house. Very efficient!
Today, my sixth sense didn't work so well. We had taken the train to a station close to the Olympic Park and I confidently convinced Sha that I knew the direction. I didn't. Amazingly we ended up at IKEA again (after about a 30 minute walk in the heat). We 
finally found the park and rented a tandem. That was fun!! We went hurtling around the mangroves, dodged the pelicans and got very hot.
I'm now cooking Sha her first Yorkshire Puddings.
Oh, we've signed up to get married in Sydney. 23 days to go! The ceremony will be next year in China. I hope that everyone is coming!
Apparently I have to add that we cut Tuan Tuan and Baozi's nails this morning. I have a huge guinea-pig induced scar on my arm.
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