Three of my main waking obsessions are material - the roof over my head, the clothes on my back and the food in my belly. Some others are not: the family I'll see over Christmas and New Year, the woman in my bed next to me as I type this. Then there are the unfulfilled longings, my yet unbuilt house, my yet unborn kid and my dog(s)... I want dogs so badly and the one I want the most is an Irish wolfhound to come cantering around Wimbledon on my runs and generally amaze small children with its humungousness.
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