I just hope that out of all this mess Elizabeth can finally allow herself to be loved. She deserves someone.
And if she can allow herself to be loved by, say, Helen - that would be even better. Kill two birds with one masturbatory fantasy, as they say... ...well, somewhere I'm sure.
That would beat the time the Today programme was all female and I had high quality stereo in the bedroom. Every rustle of the paper. Every accented sibilant. Just the thought of all that sensible M&S underwear in one room. I don't mind admitting I was later than usual into the office that day.
Chicks with posh voices on Radio 4. Nothing like it.