I’m very low maintenance, you know!’ I like to tell my husband. ‘I don’t desire expensive holidays or expensive clothes. Just give me a Big Mac or two, or three, or maybe four, and I’m a happy woman.’
And to make sure he gets my drift, I add: ‘You are one lucky guy, having me as your wife!’
Then my husbands gets a bit nervous, and looks like he’s got a bad tooth ache.
‘All I ask is a nice compliment that I’m really cheap!’ I whine.
But that costs my husband too much to say.