Jack leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms together over his chest.

"Well someone didn't have their weetabix this morning." He sighed and gestured his hands up, defensively.

"Look if you want to give Archie a call in Glasgow then feel free, but you remember what happened last time Tosh did. She was on that call for three hours. Three, Gwen. That's not a prospect I really relish. So if that's what you want to do, please, knock yourself out, but don't try and drag me into it."

He reached forward for his mug and took a long sip from it, looking over at Gwen over the top of the rim. Much as he didn't want to talk about himself, he didn't mind talking about her. Even if he wasn't very good at it.

"So," he said, "everything all right at home?"