Before Sheryl left, we had a good ol’ hang with Mag. Did the old catch-up, spilt the new confessions and dished the gossip. I feel that Mag’s a human love machines like Jinesh and Jack, you’ve just gotta let her know you’re down and she oozes heartfelt affection from every pore. I have never actually heard her voice a sour thought against anyone and have decided already that she’s got a rare heart of gold.

Anyway Sheryl, let nothing stop you from catching the next flight back into my waiting arms.