have told my wife that I want a Mini Amiga for Christmas. I know its only April, but I do this with things I want in the hope that when it suddenly appears in the house next week, my wife will think she bought it for me. I have slipped the purchase of seven games machines, a stuffed tarantula and an air fryer under the radar this way. In an inconsistent world, I like the way this institution of marriage works. I read the reviews and was surprised at the appearance of two words I never associa
