At the end of a two year contract, when I was due to leave, the staff had a whip-around and asked me what I wanted to spend the 70-odd quid on. The traditional options (mostly female teachers, of course) are flowers, china ornaments, jewellery etc.
I asked for brake re-linings for my 101.
A speech therapist who fell in love with my 1959 Ford Prefect, seen frequently in the staff carpark, baked me this fabulous cake, which really made my day.
The reason I look such a gumbie is that I was in the middle of saying something (though some will tell you I look like that all the time)