Ingrid and I were at IKEA.

Or rather, Ingrid was at IKEA and I was at the IKEA parking lot.

There was a sizeable queue just to get in, what with the limits on the maximum number of people allowed inside, so I didn’t even bother trying. Sat in the car and read, while Ingrid queued. She said afterwards that the queueing took more time than the shopping itself – and that’s saying something, given how long it usually takes to tromp through the whole labyrinth that is IKEA.

You can’t see the crowd well in the photo because of all the fences and such, but there’s a whole zig-zaggy rope thing there in front of the entrance, like the queues at airports. And then even more people queueing off to the right who don’t even fit in the zig-zaggy arrangement.