I refuse to work with my husband like this any longer. I'll go and sort it out. Can you ask them to shut the kitchen down? Please, you're going to argue too. Michelle looks like she's got her head screwed on. All right. I'll get sorted out. I'm sorted out. The bistro is closed now, apparently. And now we see Mick outside. He's standing outside the restaurant because he can't handle it. Apparently he's suffering. He talks to Gordon about how his heart is booming. Which is ironic considering he's smoking a cigarette. Maybe he's best to stop smoking then, Mick. My husband's big fucking dream is a