Thought awfully hard and pleased to say have come up with idea for gift for other half. As such going into town this morning with Mrs Payne to shop. Will try to avoid Horseface as seem to be in town altogether too much at moment. Boss must wonder if I work at all.
Decided upon cake from shop rather than homemade, as thought this altogether better for larger number of people and can get rather nice message on top. Mrs Payne declared this most ridiculous, said she had won icing writing competition as a girl. Begged her pardon, but thought they wrote on slate rather than cake? Took this most badly, asked when we were going to town.