The barbarians may be at the gate of Ross’s mock something-or-other mansion, but does he care? Does he fock?

For everyone else things may be shrouded in gloom but amidst the splendour of our Killiney mansion, Honalee, life goes on.

I’ve decided that it’s time to possibly do right by Sorcha and put our marriage back together. Meanwhile my son has hitched his future to a family of commoners, my old dear is involved in a dodgy love affair, and my daughter has turned into an insufferable little madam. Oh, yeah, and I’m about to become a grandfather at 31.

Suddenly I’m wresting with duty, loyalty … and the thousands of women out there who still desire the pleasure of my company.