Just catching up on last night’s stories. I work an actual job so I don’t get home until 7.30pm having been out since 7.30am. By the time I’ve walked the dogs, fed them, cooked and eaten dinner it’s not unusual for me to be mopping the floor at 9 o’clock at night. It really shows just how out of touch Hinch is with reality that she thinks this is weird or quirky. I really do worry about how she will cope when this gravy train ends and she needs to adapt to a normal life.