I have an excited scifi hubby. He finally gets to collect all his stuff from the friend that was ill last weekend so boxes of Batman are headed our way. AND we’re going to Ikea.

Normally I can’t get him into Ikea without kicking, screaming, sulking and the promise if a hotdog but this is to find some glass display cabinets for said Batmen so apparently that’s alright.

Flat pack hell with Batman thrown in anyone?!