this year I am having a hard time coming up with wishes. Well, other than the regular first wish of peace on earth, that’s a given as we’re not – really – quite there yet. I’d still like an overlock, other than that I seem to have practically everything I need (or have room for). Technically I’m only supposed to wish for money this year, anyway, since I already bought myself a Christmas present. You see, I was in Oslo for three days recently and the camera started behaving oddly on the first night, but I didn’t think any more about it until the next day, when I realised the lens was making rattling noises. So I traipsed off to FotoVideo to hand it in for service and was faced with 36 or so hours without a working camera (I hadn’t brought a spare lens). Well, I really couldn’t have that, so I trundled on upstairs and purchased a wide angle lens. Which was, it should be said, next on the list of “photography gadgets to get”, but not at all on the budget for the next few months. So. I need money to pay for that. Other than that, well, life is pretty good. But here we go:
1. Peace on earth.
2. Health and longevity for my nearest and dearest and for the following authors/artists (and any others I may have forgotten): Robin Hobb, J.K. Rowling, Stephen Fry, Jo Nesbø, Ole Paus, Bjørn Eidsvåg, Alanis Morisette, Michael Wiehe, Michael Parkinson, Håkon Gullvåg, Lillebjørn Nilsen, Neil Gaiman, Bill Bryson, India Knight, Kate Atkinson, Bob Dylan, Jasper Fforde and the Top Gear guys.
4. The Sandman books, vol. 3 onwards.
6. Non Stop (though not a lot, since the littlest lass seems to react badly to her mum’s sugar intake, so as long as I’m nursing I need to keep my consumption to a minimum).