You simply cannot get over the novelty of a Labour leader with an actual wife, the first one since Paul Boffa back in the 1950s, which was a very, very long time ago.

Mintoff’s wife left him and went back home to England, and threatened to file for divorce there – then was persuaded to return but was badly ill-treated by him and never seen in public at all. Karmenu Mifsud Bonnici was a confirmed bachelor, and Alfred Sant’s marriage was declared to have never existed. Now you have Michelle. Enjoy it. She may seem fantastic to you, but to everyone else who wasn’t born in social housing or the equivalent, she comes across as coarse, common and a rabid and unsubtle social climber who is very hungry for money and status. She is doing your Labour Party far more harm than good with her avarice and craving for attention.

And when you write these sorts of comments on the internet, declare your interest and tell your readers that you are on the payroll at the Office of the Prime Minister, alongside Glenn Bedingfield.

“Daphne qisa ragel” – yes, Maltese hamalli generally do think that, because a woman who is 5’8″ in her bare feet, and not 5’4″ in 5″ heels like the mass of Maltese women, must really be a man.

And if she speaks in public, has opinions and a public role, and doesn’t wear make-up or flirt, then obviously, she must be a man. Because women are deferential and seen but not heard. And if they want an opinion, they will ask their husband for it.

I’d call that a productive evening.