Alison in Wonderland, Observant, Maastricht
I was given some lovely Christmas gifts. One was a pair of metal squares for poaching eggs, so that they come out precisely the same shape as your bread. (Because heaven is a perfectly geometric breakfast.) Another was an 1100-page book called On politics which promises to take me on an informative yet lively journey from Herodotus to the present day, and which I fully intend to start reading just as soon as I’ve finished the pile still left over from last year. But the best thing of all? A bicycle! And not one of those shiny new-fangled contraptions, but a proper, vintage piece with flaky paint under a layer of rust, no gears to speak of and those glorious, Dutch-style high handlebars that have you practically leaning back as you ride. I’m in love.