It's not actually until Wednesday, but because of lectures and final year projects and things like that, we decided that I'd give Laura her present this weekend.

We had arranged for her to visit Southampton on Friday, which she did. But she had no idea of any plans for the weekend. On the Friday I gave her the first part of her present, which was a pillow wrapped elegantly up in pillow case and ribbon.

I challenge anyone to guess what the main present was from the same clue she was given: "There is one particular property about the pillow which makes it important for your main present."

Anyhow, on the Saturday I handed the train station guy a note asking for two tickets to London making sure that Laura didn't read the note and the guy didn't give anything away. I took Laura to see Les Misérables at the Queens Theater in Shaftsbury Avenue.

It was an amazing show. I knew the music from when I was a kid and my Mum played the soundtrack after seeing the show herself. It was absolutely great to watch it, and it such good seats too. When I called up to book, I phoned the theater direct. The lady I spoke to offered me as crap seats as were available on the internet. So I explained I was taking my wonderful girlfriend out for her birthday and she immediately remembered that she did in fact have some very special front row dress circle seats. So I booked them.

I bet you're wondering where the pillow comes into this... I was asked if Laura was over a certain height when booking and I mindlessly said "probably". When the tickets arrived, they stated that "Patrons must be over the height of 5 foot 8 inches." Which Laura was blatantly not. So between Chris and I, we worked out that I had to raise her by about 3 or 4 inches to get a good view over the balcony wall. To do this, I bought her the most firm pillow I could find. And doubled over, the pillow was the perfect height.

The wonderful Saturday evening along with spending a few days away from project work with Laura did nothing by heighten my affection for her. I'm so looking forward to post-exam summer afternoons lazing about on the grass. And on that note, I'm going to grab a good nights sleep knowing that I've had a good day's project work; I've written 2 or 3 thousands words that I'm vaguely happy with.

Good night.