There are times when, while not morally correct, it is right to tell a “little white lie” to ones partner.
As an example, a few weeks back after explaining that I could not afford some gig tickets (£100 each!) as we had a vet bill to pay, I was confronted with a confused looking CBH who asked why, given this, I had just brought a new set of wheels. In reply I explained that the wheels were not new but an old set which I had sent away to have new rims, spokes and a hub fitted….much cheaper than new wheels I said.
Then, there was the following conversation on her birthday:
CBH (Very angry looking and a bit shouty). “So, once again you have mixed up my and your ex partners birthday!!!”
Me: (thinking very quickly): “No Dear, I was going to try to break it to you gently but the item I ordered was out of stock at Tiffany’s so they are flying it in from New York. It should be here by Friday at the latest.”
Quickly followed by…
Posh person at Tiffany’s: “Of course Sir, we can have that item with you tomorrow: we pride ourselves on our service. However Sir, I am unaware of this “free postage and a packet of Haribos” you mention.” (True story).
So, come this morning….CBH asks why I had the window open during the night: something I don’t do that often. Of course the correct answer it:
Me: “It was a bit warm and I thought some fresh air would do me good.”
And not:
Me: “As I hoped the traffic noise would drowned out the sound of your snoring.”
It seems that I am sleeping at a place called: “Goto Hell” tonight. I have checked the map but I can’t seem to find it. Perhaps one of our Audax chums knows where it is?
