Secrets, Lies and no more video-tapes.

I’m feeling pretty relieved this afternoon, after a week of sneaking around I can finally come clean.

I’ve been hiding something from Paul all week. In fact I’ve been dreading him catching me out, I’ve almost tripped myself up a couple of times.

Ok, Ok,I’ll stop being so sensationalist!

Paul has been wanting Sky+ for a couple of months, they had been doing a £50 deal but we missed it and they put it back up to £150. I said we could have it after Christmas when they were sure to reduce it again.

In fact, I was planning to order in secret despite the cost and make it an extra Christmas gift for Paul this year.  As it turned out I ordered it online last week and they had knocked £50 off so that wasn’t too bad.

Paul’s Mum almost blew it last Sunday when she started talking about Sky+, luckily she figured out my frantic “finger on lips” gesture and dropped it. I later explained to her what I was planning!

Paul brought it up a few more times this week, each time it was advertised on TV, each time I was able to keep a straight face and say “We said next year some time didn’t we?”

The closest call came when we got home on Friday and the Sky fitter had left a message on the machine, rather helpfully, he was letting us know he would be here around 07:45 Saturday morning.  

I managed to talk over the message and pretend it was just the Sky call centre making a sales call. The final scary moment came at 21:30 when our conscientious Sky fitter called again to confirm his visit.

“Yes, I got your message, tomorrow morning is great, see you then” I hurriedly answered.

 I said to Paul , “Oh, them Sky people, trying to sell us the movie channel for Christmas, they don’t give up do they!”

I had set the alarm for 7:20 and got up, waking Paul in the progress. I told him to go back to sleep and went downstairs to get ready for the Sky engineer. When I saw him pulling up in his van, went back upstairs and woke Paul.

“Quick Paul, look out the window, Santa is here” I said. 

“Huh?” Paul replied

“He’s bringing your presents early! Go and look” I persisted.

Reaching the window, Paul gasped “That’s not Santa, that’s Bart Simpson” spotting the brightly decorated Sky van.

“Happy Christmas, babe” say I.

“Aaaww, thanks” Says Paul.

Once it was all fitted and working and the engineer had left, Paul turned to me and said, “Does this mean we have got a squariel?” He’s stuck in the 80’s that boy! 

So all the lies and deceptions are over and everything is back to normal. well almost normal, except that now when I get back from holidays, I’ll still have the “opportunity” to watch whichever reality show I would have otherwise missed. 

I guess that’s the price we pay for progress 🙂

3 Responses to Secrets, Lies and no more video-tapes.

  1. Rob7534 says:

    That is so romantic!

  2. Jo says:

    You softy! Aww – warm and gooey now!

  3. Karl says:

    Well done for coming up with something suitable for your husband. I’m starting to panic ever so slightly at the possibility that socks might be the best idea I get.

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