Do what i do and get anything delivered to work, and pretend you've been at the range when you get home. luckily my other half has litterally no idea what's in my golf bag, i could fill it full of melted ice lollies and she wouldn't know the difference.
I also use the paypal trick
I have deliveries made to my parents place, and then swear black's white that I've had the club for ages, and just not used it for yonks.
She started it with all her 'old' tops that suddenly appeared. She bought them for a fiver in last year's sale, but has only just started wearing them. Honest.
