Ask Audrey: Cork Airport is where you watch obvious Norries getting on a posh flight and guess where they got their money from

I suffered from terrible judgment in my 30s and ended up marrying a guy from Mallow. I’m literally paying for it to this day. The problem is his brother — the jammy gobshite made a fortune from a land deal during the boom and now he’s loaded. The thing is, he travels around without any cash or wallet as if he was the Queen of England, so we end up picking up the bill anytime we are out with him and his 15-grand boobs girlfriend. My husband, aka Useless-Man, is never going to deal with this, so as usual it’s down to me to have a word. What can I say?

– Maura, Mallow, not by choice.