My sister in law called last night talking Christmas and, of course, presents. Not ten minutes later, I got a text from my nephew’s girlfriend (the sensible organised one in that pairing) also talking presents, asking what did I want this year?

So, of course, 8 year old Alex is now sat at the computer, a million windows open, surfing the entire world wide web looking for stuff to add to an ever growing list of things I would love (price no object) that I’m going to share with them all.

Here, you asked, and I responded.

What? I can’t have a dirt bike at my age? Driver’s licenses? I’ll break my neck?

Can I at least have the squishy bunny night light for my bedside table?

Pretty please?

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