How Blimmin' Much?

Sam has the world's most expensive hobby. His Warhammer model kit wish list for Christmas includes the biggest and most expensive bit of moulded plastic this side of Kim Kardashian's bottom. Nae chance. Santa has limits. That giant plane is a no go.

I blame the parent. The male one. The one whose hobbies include gaming, photography and music which means gadgetry of wizardly expense beyond that which mere muggles need (oops, is it too soon for me to reference J K Rowling, arch indy ref nawbag that penned her novels supported by a benefits system she voted to dismantle .......but admittedly a very good spinner of yarns).

Talking of the female of the species, the female parent is not blameless. She once went through a phase of getting very excited and carried away researching her family tree on the Scotland's people website whilst drinking down a bottle of white wine and spending a fortune in search credits. But at least she found some juicy ancestors. Then there was the infamous January, known round these parts as Ebay Tweedmaggedon. Still got that material in a box, untouched. Then there is her occasional impulse clothes buying splurges. When she unfailingly always picks up three sizes too small by mistake. But she likes to keep them under wraps.

Tess' hobbies are cheaper. Talking. Painting. Ah, but then there is the annual pleading for an I Phone. Santa hasn't obliged as yet. Despite reports of kids down the road having an I phone, an I Pad and I pod, which I still find mind boggling. Ruined! Or maybe it just reminds me of being wee and being the last house in the world (or so it felt) to get a VCR in the 80s, and even then it had a wired remote control. At least it wasn't a Betamax......