I had lunch at Heathhall Garden Centre with two colleagues on Friday. On the way out, I stopped to admire their Christmas display, which was filled with animal lights.

And yesterday, I went to Glasgow to pick up my new car. The weather was awful driving back, but I stopped for a break at a service station, where there was a wishing Christmas tree. Lots of people had written their wishes and they were very varied. The first one was rather touching and said, “I wish for my dad’s mum to get healthy.”

The next was a bit less in the Christmas spirit, but honest!

But this was my favourite.

I couldn’t help wondering whether the infinite bananas would come in dribs and drabs, or whether they would all arrive at once, in which case the writer would probably get quite a shock.

Have a good week all!