Status Anxiety: My wife is a tough cookie

As winter approaches, with snow forecast for next month, I’m anticipating a massive row with my wife. The problem is that Caroline refuses to switch the central heating on before the first day of winter, which falls on 22 December. It doesn’t matter if temperatures plummet to below zero in the interim. ‘Put on an extra jumper,’ is her standard response. As far as she’s concerned, anyone who turns the central heating on before winter has officially arrived is a big girl’s blouse.

I sometimes wonder if this is the legacy of having gone to Cheltenham Ladies’ College. As Evelyn Waugh pointed out, anyone who has been to a British public school has no difficulty coping with privations in later life, including prison. It’s those who were brought up in ‘the gay intimacy of the slums’ that struggle to cope with physical hardship. Listening to Caroline’s tales of life in Lower College, with its indescribable food and windswept dormitories, it’s as though she was a human guinea pig in some ghastly psychological experiment.