I can't imagine why anyone would want to be the ghaaaaastly Goods with their grim twee playfighting and fisherman's jumpers that probably smelled of damp goat, when one could have a fabulous turban and a Harrods delivery and the probably very naughty Jerry.
Any qualms I have about turning 40 soon are offset by Margot. And after that, by Audrey Fforbes-Hamilton.