I treated myself to a book on The Marathon Des Sables. I wrapped it and put a tag on it to myself from my husband. When I opened it I told him how generous he was and that the entrance fee was around £3500. He just smiled. He knows I will die in the desert drinking my own urine, trying to work out how to let the emergency flare off.
Flip side is though, that I reckon I could write a better book. Not a chance this man could suffer heat stroke, his head is up his arse.