Stella...

….returns from Afghanistan tonight! Woohoo! Pino can stop looking like a puppy dog that’s lost its favourite squeaky toy (no offence Stella) – until the next time she buggers off to a war zone anyway. What is it about these archaeologists that they have to go off to dangerous, mystical locations to work? Obviously they are all going through some kind of mid-life crisis. You should take a leaf out of my book and accept defeat and a steady job for a low wage, with which to pass your time before your inevitable decline into old age, senility and wee-smelling bed sheets. I’ve never been happier.