Tuesday, October 24, 2006
My sister gave us her and her husbands wish-list for Christmas and New Year. It’s October. It’s still 20°C outside, the geese refuse to fly to the south and the flowerbeds are still in bloom. But I guess I shouldn’t complain, at least it was her wish-list for this year’s Christmas and not for 2007 or 2008.
I hate making wish-lists. I never can think of anything I want, until the day after New Year. Then I find out I need a lamp or a kitchen robot or an office chair or a herbs-and-spices-rack. And by the time I have to write a new one, I’ve forgotten all of those things.