My lovely, hippy mum bought safe water for some people in Haiti as my present. Cheers mum. Whilst I really dig the karmic aspects of that non-consumer present and all that, it doesn’t get me any closer to building up my dream all-mountain skill-compensator, does it?
In other news, my outlaws bought me a selection of real ales, including a rather delicious honey-enhanced Humdinger, so it’s swings and roundabouts…