And I was going to stay late. Because of all the trouble at the moment - there's still a lot of looting, and half of London feels like it's fighting, on fire or being looted. Or all three.
But John told me I should come home...I had no idea why. Still, who can resist?
And I'm glad I didn't try...
I thought that having a lovely night away, a beautiful day with John and the boys, a Spider, afternoon tea, (and a book we shall not mention) was really far more than I deserved in the way of birthday gifts/treats.
And then I arrived home to find he'd bought me a brand new - amazing - amp for my guitar, and a set of really nice headphones to go with it, so I can play when the rest of the house needs peace and quiet.
My old amp was battered and largely held together with gaffa tape and cable ties, and was rapidly losing sound quality, because half the settings were too old to work properly, and I lost my old headphones ages ago - never needed to replace them when I lived alone.
I'm just...no one has ever bought me such a lovely, thoughtful gift before. Seriously. And...God, I don't feel like I deserve any of this, but I'm so, so grateful.
John wants it to be known I'm a 'like big kid'.