I was appalled at the sight that greeted me when I walked into the kitchen to make my morning cup of tea. There were mountains of washing-up, and a dusting of icing sugar covered all surfaces. Then I saw a prettily-wrapped parcel at the far end of the kitchen table and remembered the date. TPR must have been up in the middle of the night baking me a birthday cake.

I unwrapped the parcel and inside found a beautiful candy-striped cashmere Boden cardigan.