"When Mr Dear was watching the Test match over the summer, he suddenly had a good idea. ‘I know,’ he said. ‘The cricket club should have a charity game.’
‘What a good idea,’ I said.
‘There’s no need to say it like that.’
‘Say it like what?’
‘As if it’s not actually a good idea.’
‘What was it in my tone of voice which suggested that I wasn’t completely and utterly impressed?’
‘I don’t know – bitter experience.’
That’s the trouble with husbands – they can’t take