Oh bless you Malcolm. Is it farmery stuff? They're all at it like maniacs around here. Making a right feckin racket with it too. Selfish gits.
Well I copied and pasted your broken link. I didn't even wait. So take joy in the fact that today the world contains one more Capaldi fan thus increasing viewing figures, thuser guaranteeing future work, thusly increasing televisual appearances.
And that is All. Thanks. To. You.
You are single handedly responsible for all of his future success. PC will hear of this and be forever in your debt. 
Also take comfort that once you get through this bit, hubby will be more relaxed but will have got all grubby, hairy, moody, muscley getting there. So you can have amazing celebration shags at the end.
I looked at that link and thought... bloody hell. There's two of them. Two MTM's. He obviously attracts nutjobs lively ones.
Right then Malcers... Your prescription for this awful case of takesthefeckinpissyitus, is.....
Richelieu has summoned you to his quarters. He is very angry. Very swishy. He hasn't had any for aaaaaages. He is feeling very in need of taking his frustrations and anger out on some wenchy, by hissing, and eyeballing, and stroking his beard/face/anything with his fingers, and speaking very slowly/calmy/menacingly followed by lots of demeaning sexual acts on your part before masses of rumpy pumpy with his big (attached) red, velvet ceremonial staff.
Now, leave the chickens, and go and take your medicine!