Well, I hope so…

Not sure what I’d do if I thought Leo was cheating…

Do a Bobbitt on him, I hope. Anyway of course he isn’t. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He worships the ground you walk on!

He bloody should. The amount I do for him.

Any case they’re both as hopeless as each other, aren’t they? Can’t even fix themselves a sandwich. They wouldn’t know where to begin. They’d have to learn how to do things like pick up the telephone and book a hotel room. All by themselves.

Ain’t gonna happen.

That guy Bumper Wheatley – remember him? Spends half his week with prostitutes, apparently.

No! The sleazy bastard!

Tells Grace he’s working late and then he and that other barrister guy – Will something, with the incredibly beautiful wife – they head off to a brothel in - Tufnell Park. Or somewhere gross.

How do you know?

Oh God, it’s completely established. David told me. Actually there’s a whole bunch of them do it… But Richard’s sort of… lost it. He can’t keep away. He’s actually got quite a problem. Which is why it’s all coming out…