Flowers are nice, but a working printer delivered by a life partner who has researched all the crummy models and found the one in a million that spits out pages on demand? For 2026, I have small goals: join a club, regain muscle mass (Hi, perimenopause), meet more friends for coffee, and own a printer that doesn’t gaslight me. In our family WhatsApp, we know who has a working printer at any given time; we’ve organised express get-togethers around it. The printer is a tipping point: here to tell you you’ve failed at life. I’ll take my love token in the form of a working printer.

Source: The Irish Times February 27, 2026 15:58 UTC