Cheapskate.

I went for a haircut this morning at our local supermarket ( I know what you are thinking!  But it's a franchise and they are really good)
On the way out I spotted some cut price flowers, so I bought a bunch for the long suffering Mrs J.
She was delighted even though I had left the price ticket on the wrapping paper,  after 54 years she knows me so well.
 No point in me changing now.
This is just one bloom, stolen borrowed  for a blip.