I want to have some friends round for dinner and to get to that lovely stage of drunk where you all have a bit of a kitchen dance.
I want to eat out in a different restaurant every night for a week, at least.
I want to get on a plane and visit my favourite city and just walk for miles and sit in cafes and people watch and go to museums and sit in bars and just breathe it all in.
I want to sit in a variety of hipster coffee shops with posh toasted sandwiches and coffee in tiny cups so hot that it burns, whilst a bearded man bustles around me looking achingly cool.
I want to go to a book shop and spend at least an hour smelling the pages and deciding what to buy, then go for a coffee and come back for another hour and probably change my mind, but it will definitely involve a history book, a cookery book, a note book, and a new bookmark.
I want to go to the seaside and eat chips on the beach and take photographs of seagulls and drink a pint in the most old fashioned pub I can find and then go back on the beach and find the prettiest pebbles to bring home and find weeks later in my pockets.
I want to go a dress shop and try on many, many dresses and stroke all the fabrics and then decide I hate them all and then change my mind and probably end up buying the first one I tried on.
And I want to go to our local bar and sit there all night playing cards and talking nonsense and drunk buying books from ABE on my phone, before leaving just before the pizza place closes in time to buy a vegetarian hot one to be eaten, drippingly, on the walk/stagger home.