
However, I must admit that I eventually ditched the beer for something which has bred a new found sense of respect for Ikea and generally all things Swedish. No, not a cheap yet stylish wooden chest of draws or the beautiful Freddy Ljuengberg (think Arsenal football team), but the best pear cider the world has ever seen - which not only happens to be supremely dobber but to my amazement is also available at your local Ikea - god bless those crazy Swedes for giving me a legitimate reason to go to Ikea.
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