It's that time of year

Reaching that point in the year where Lesley - among others - starts to ask about what sort of thing I fancy for Xmas. And I... don't really know. Well, in material terms I'd say an XBox One, but we're skint so there's no point. And, as often over the past few years, what I want is more... meta than mere material goods.

I want... to converse happily with a friend I can't converse with (and Wayward Pine for). To hang out with another who's too far away and have a good time. To be a fencing Marshal. Muscle tone and stamina back. To take pleasure in giving pleasure - I don't mean in a sexual way, well, not only (I am that kind of lover,after all) - but it's what I get out writing, to make people forget their troubles for a few hours while reading what I've written.

And you can't buy those in a shop, or get them delivered by Santa...