On his way to work that day, Nigel could still hear her nagging, shrill squeal....

"A red tie! Who do you think you are, a bloody MP?"
"You never buy me anything! Then you go and get a red tie!"
"Come back here, you dolt! I'm not bloody done here..... don't walk away from me!"
"Red, is it? Some sort of VP are ye?"
"There you go, off to work. Go ahead, leave me here....."