I got a card. I got her a card with two of her favourite things on it (a penguin and some flowers), a bag of mini eggs and a posh salt and pepper grinder set which I found reduced the other day. I rationalise the latter as a gift thusly: our salt shaker has fallen apart, so now when I cook I’m all big with the handful of rock salt sprinkled cheffily all over the place. This means my food is now very salty and unhealthy, so I am literally saving her life by buying us a new salt shaker.