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Forgive me Running Man, but my take on that is that perhaps it might have been better if you’d been more circumspect in your choice of the fair sex.
I can agree with that, e.g., in the past I’ve told her that I was going to check the air in the car tyres, and I’ve gone to pick up her birthday/anniversary present, but I’d never get into lying to her about something I’d bought for myself, as the things I buy mostly are books, and she’s never said, “How much was that hardback?”
The worst white, passing through grey toward black lie I ever told her, was when I was driving a Black Cab and one day she’d told me that her brother and his wife were coming to dinner that evening.
All her brother ever talked about was football, and I wouldn’t look out of the window if the World Cup final was played in my back garden, plus his wife just prattled inanities ad nauseam.
I called my wife around 4 p.m. and said that I’d just got a job to Heathrow, and that I wasn’t going to drive back empty and forfeit a £50 job back to central London, I’d go in the feeder park, and wait for a fare, no matter how long it took, (actually I just worked The City and West End for a while).
I got home around 9.30 p.m., bearing a bottle of Laurent-Perrier champagne, and all was forgiven.
I think this is more than forgivable. Tell her when she's in a good mood and it could make for a funny story.