{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Vicky Gooden","provider_url":"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com","author_name":"vickygooden","author_url":"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/author\/vickygooden\/","title":"Dear Father Christmas...I've got absolutely no idea - Vicky Gooden","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"4I6yxI80Yg\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/2017\/12\/03\/dear-father-christmas-ive-got-absolutely-no-idea\/\">Dear Father Christmas&#8230;I&#8217;ve got absolutely no idea<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/2017\/12\/03\/dear-father-christmas-ive-got-absolutely-no-idea\/embed\/#?secret=4I6yxI80Yg\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Dear Father Christmas&#8230;I&#8217;ve got absolutely no idea&#8221; &#8212; Vicky Gooden\" data-secret=\"4I6yxI80Yg\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.vickygooden.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/img_2511.jpg?fit=640%2C289","thumbnail_width":640,"thumbnail_height":289,"description":"Is anyone else really rubbish at asking for gifts for Christmas? Like, I don&#8217;t need anything. Seriously. Nothing at all. Well, nothing that jumps out at me immediately or that I wouldn&#8217;t or couldn&#8217;t buy myself right now online and have with me by Tuesday. Within (budgetary) reason. Asking for things like perfume when I could just nip out and pick up a bottle if I really needed it enough. Or scrambling through my brains to think &#8216;oh maybe a new pair of stud earrings&#8217; when the four holes in my ears are already filled, albeit not very fancily at the mo. I&#8217;m struggling this year to know what to say when kind family members ask what i&#8217;d like. Just a nice time really. No, really. Fun and games and food. Movies and meeting up with friends. Walks. Don&#8217;t get me wrong, we &#8216;could do&#8217; with some new bed linen. I &#8216;could do&#8217; with a new winter coat. But those things aren&#8217;t urgent or anything I&#8217;ve placed any importance on of late, so why would I now? I just think that if someone asks you what you want and you literally have to somehow survive your way through the Upside [&hellip;]"}