I cannot remember. I forget who gave me what. So it took me a while. The memorable present I think about, is the one that needed to be repaired. In the repairing it became unique.

In my teens i got a jacket for Christmas. I then went away on a Scout camp. I was the safety guy for the abseiling. This meant having a rope running over my shoulder. The jacket was ripped. It had a panel design. So we replaced the torn panel with a leather or plastic material. It meant that I had a bespoke jacket.

The gifts I will remember when they are gone, are two armchairs. One armchair is in the main bedroom of my house in Jamaica. My dream holiday is spending all day sitting in that chair. I read a stack of books, one chapter at a time.

The other armchair is in my shed in London. I am sitting in it as I write this blog.