You just know the planners are going to chuck out the chintz.
And the sofa beds, the canny storage solutions and the cheap, doesn’t matter if it gets chipped crockery.
We’re destined never to have an IKEA because Sheffield is being forced to stay in retail world’s Dark Ages by namby-pamby types in the seats meant for forward-thinkers with the best interests of Sheffield at heart. My advice to IKEA? Don’t worry. Rotherham will snatch your hands off.