"Oh, how lovely," they said in unison, although she'd opened her present first.
"I thought you might wear me out," he grinned. "Get the joke?"
She reflected on the passing of another year. Five years of marriage, five anniversary presents: a mop, a toilet-seat, a year's car insurance, and last year's humdinger, a budgerigar. All things considered, she'd got off lightly this time.