Rush over to Guildford in my lunch hour in order to purchase a bouquet of flowers from Wild Thyme - a superb florist round the back of the station - intended as a 'thank you' present for Nat for her awesome design of the marketing issue of Notes from a Barstool.

After work I head over to Camberley and deliver the flowers to Dave M (Nat's boyfriend), since she is still out at the gym. Dave takes the flowers and jokes that he'll present them to his girlfriend, pretending that they're from him.

Since the flowers are obviously NOT thieved from a cemetary headstone, i figure it's very unlikely that Nat will believe the bouquet could possibly be from him.  ¶ 11:36 PM