Which secret spend would you least want your other half to find out about?

You said twenty quid. The receipt says eighty. You're praying they never find it in your coat pocket.

Your colleagues know more about your online shopping than your partner does. The postman at the office is basically your accomplice.

A sneaky burger in the car park, then you sit down to their shepherd's pie. The chip under the car seat could give you away.

You wait until the coast is clear, then creep in with the bags. Anything that does get spotted is "ages old".

One late night, one clever presenter and suddenly a juicer is on its way. Now you just have to explain why it's on the bank statement.