When I read last week that Angela Ahrendts was getting up to $68m as a welcome gift for joining Apple, my mind skipped at once to her husband. This latest addition to her vast stash of money must catapult her spouse Gregg to the very top of the global my-wife-earns-more-than-me league table.
It is quite an achievement. I have no idea if the two of them like each other, but they have stuck it out for a long time. They met at school and he chucked in his job to follow her to the UK when she became head of Burberry; he seems to have spent the last eight years mainly looking after their three children, revamping their home and putting supper on the table for her when she finally staggered in on her five-inch heels.
I suspect the real genius of Ms Ahrendts lies less in the way she persuaded people to buy ￡22,000 raincoats with peacock feather trims than in persuading Gregg to marry her – and to stick with her ever since.