Time Freeze

Sid stood there, "Come on then Author, stop the time freeze, I'll catch my death of cold."
"It's not a literal freeze," replied I.
"A literal freeze, that sounds a bit like a professor of Literature in the ice compartment of a fridge."
So he wouldn't try to make up any more jokes I put a smile on Gwinda's face, put the clocks back, and set things going again.
"Ooh Sid, it's our anniversary!" she smiled.
"I know, I have a present for you," he handed her the puttlewhack.
Her smile dropped a little as she looked him in the eye, "It's a bit small."
"You said you liked small things, that's why you married me!"