Friday December 27, 2002:
I managed to get Gordon a late present. I opted for a book as well. Not very original I know, but the best I could manage on short notice. It’s called The Orchid Eater. It’s by this author he always talks about.
“You haven’t got this one already have ya?” I asked as he unwrapped it.
He shook his head and said he didn’t, and hugged me. I’m glad I got him something he liked, even if it does make this entry sound like a Hallmark movie.