What do you want?

Someone asked me yesterday: "What are you looking for?" I found it a really tough question to answer. Maybe I'm not sure myself? I don't know if I am looking for something - but I know there's stuff I want. I've been thinking about it ever since, and here are some of the conclusions I've reached:

• I want to fall in love again, properly and completely and a bit scarily.
• I want to be loved again, properly and completely and a bit scarily.
• I want me and my children to stay healthy.
• I want to travel.
• I want to learn about stargazing.
• I want to be able to change a spark plug (Do cars still have spark plugs?)
• I want to not have to worry about money - I don't mind being thrifty, or saving but I don't want to be plagued by money worries.
• I want next door's kids and dogs to shut the hell up.
• I want to walk the Brecons again.
• I want to see my grandchildren.
• I want to feel safe.
• I want to always be able to remember all the words to "Summer of '69" by Bryan Adams.
• I want to not always be thinking about food, or calories.
• I want to live in France for a bit, and have a push bike with a basket on the front for me to put my baguette from the bakery in.
• I want my life to be filled with family and friends and laughter and hugs.
• And beer.