So shattered don`t know if this fits DT but here goes.
OH was twelve years older than me,prematurely grey and looked a bit older than his years. When we were first married I looked younger than I was. [Oh, those were the days]. He decided he wanted a new jacket so we set off for a little town which had much more up-market shops than our town. In a posh gent`s outfitters OH tried on every jacket, chose one and asked if I liked it. I said I did.
"There you are sir." said the pompous,leery little salesman. "If your daughter likes it your wife is sure to."
Smiling coquettishly and with wide open eyes I replied, "I`m not his daughter. I`m his mistress and his wife will hate the jacket."
OH was over the bridge and in the car park before I had picked up my handbag.