…’I’m staying with the bloke, and moving with the bloke!'” How on earth he can stay with Benedict in the monastry in the mountains, and still be Prefect of the Papal Household, I don’t know. I reckon he’s gonna do a James bond thing, and parachute in in summer, and ski down in winter, as he’s such a good skiier. He can fly planes too! Reckon it’ll take this to keep this double life up! Hey, do ya think if we fed him kryptonite (or chocolate; he’s got a very sweet tooth), he’d fly to my house and sweep me (weighing a lot) up in his arms? I can dream…I’ll share a box of Thorntons with him any day lol.