Way back when I moved into the flat, I bought a bookcase to put in the hall to store my cook books. As you can see I ran out of space pretty quickly, as this photo ripped from my timehop proves.

So we went to Ikea on New Year’s Day, which sounds like the very definition of hell, but was actually really quiet. We were in and out within about an hour and I only bought what I went in for (shelves, food bags, tea towels).

We put it together, culled some cook books and there is now room for everything, including the cocktail books that used to live in the living room, and the phone and internet stuff. It’s a relatively small thing but it feels more tidy.