You lot are like a pack of old birds chattering about every scrap of gossip you can scrape up. Blowing everything into a torrid affair. Panting for the next heap of slop to be flushed by the media. Tough love is the excuse is it?
"If you can't take the wagging fingers and tongues my dear, maybe you shouldn't have married a sailor! Yes I know you didn't marry a sailor - but let's just say you had... Oh dear, dear, dear. Fancy that, marrying a sailor, what did you think would happen?"