Placing it on the table soon aroused the curiousity of my wife. Opened the box, took a glance, put it down and with her lower lips protruding out with face looking skyward, she marched to her room. Not knowing the seriousness of the situation I was in, came my youngest daughter. After inspecting what was inside the box, she asked “mommy, papa bought this chain for whom?” Adding petrol to fire. Instant reply, “don't ask me, ask papa yourself!” Volcano going to erupt anytime. To spare the agony of been thrown into this kind of situation, I excused myself and went out for some drinks.
By the time I reached home, my wife was already in bed. I crawled slowly onto bed making doubling sure not to wake or worse still activate the 'volcano.' By avoiding this kind of unnecessary confrontation, maybe she managed to cool herself down a bit. As for me, with beer around ... very...very...coooool.