I never let my husband near the family money – and no woman should |
“I need a new pair of shoes,” my husband says hesitantly, as we engage in our tender nightly ritual of watching 30 Rock reruns while doomscrolling on our phones at opposite ends of the sofa. “Mine have holes in.”
“Let me see,” I snap. He lifts his feet to show me. “Alright,” I sigh. “You can go to M&S tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” he says.
“Just go gentler on them this time,” I reply.
And that, my friends, is how our family finances work. I’m about to write a monograph on it and send it to Nicola Sturgeon, though I appreciate it might be a tad too late.
The revelations about her recently (not to say carefully or expediently) estranged husband Peter Murrell are mind-boggling. He has pleaded guilty to embezzling (the fun word for “stealing”) £400,000 from the Scottish National Party over a 12-year period while he was chief executive.
The incomplete list of items he has admitted to buying with the stolen (very stolen) money include multiple games consoles, multiple luxury coffee machines, multiple luxury watches, multiple Berghaus jackets and Gant shirts, jewellery, cosmetics, a Dyson hairdryer (Murrell is bald, so this may be the ne plus ultra of luxury items), a........