My lovely wife taught me this one – credit where it is due. When we met I was a great one for finding a bargain – two chickens for the price of one at the supermarket, that sort of thing. She, on the other hand, bought less (I never did do anything with that other chicken) but bought quality. So I would cook a thin and sick-looking chicken and drink it with cheap white plonk and she would provide lobster and champagne. You can see why I fell for her.
I WOULD COOK A THIN ANDSICK-LOOKING CHICKENWITH CHEAP WHITE PLONKAND SHE WOULD PROVIDELOBSTER AND CHAMPAGNE
I bought five cheap T-shirts in a pack and she bought an immaculate one of much better quality. Now her stuff: