How well do you know your man?

I figure that after close to 15 years, I know mine pretty well, as the following little tale demonstrates.

When Mark got home from work last night, I was pottering about in the kitchen, as you do. His normal routine would be: put on the kettle, go upstairs and get changed, come down and make a coffee, go down to the garage to drink said coffee, smoke cigarettes and watch the news.

Instead, he hung about in the kitchen 'chatting'.

"Hmmmm," thought I, " something's up, here."

Now the atmosphere tended to hint that whatever was up wasn't about to break my heart or cause a panic, so I waited it out instead of pumping him for information.

"I accidentally bought another motorbike last night" was the eventual admission.

Of course, one accidentally buys vehicles every day.

Turns out he put a bid on a bike on TradeMe, not realising it had already reached the reserve, so he ended up winning the auction.

We're only talking $900 here, so it was easy for me to be calm and understanding. And his bikes are his hobby, so another race bike won't hurt.

But I'm sure he knows me well enough, too, to realise he's just given me license to 'accidentally' buy $900 worth of clothes...