I’m dragging my husband by the ear out of a hole because the stupid sod got himself stuck for the third time in less than two minutes. Not only that, but he’s lost half our haul of golden coins, sapphires and rubies after an ill-fated tussle with a green-eyed mummy. I knew fine well this second honeymoon to the Egyptian tombs beneath the pyramids wouldn’t be as special as the first, but so far our romantic getaway is anything but. Look at him, whisky-nosed and hapless, shrugging like the world owes him something. And what is with that red beret? Honestly, this man. I despair.
