It is the end of the year, and in consequence everyone seems to be making lists, and having little stocktaking moments. There are even lists of lists. I feel left out. I have always hated lists and been bad at them, the same way I am bad at spreadsheets and following a recipe or an Ikea instruction sheet — or any set of instructions, come to that. I know if I make a list (for example a list of my favourite books, as Sara Crowley asked me to do today), that I will leave out something really important and blindingly obvious. And I know if I make a list of things I plan to do next year, that I probably won’t manage to tick half of them off. So I won’t do it. Is there a country I could go and live in where lists do not exist? Please do not supply me with a list of countries, I only want the one.