I sit here on a cold, locked down winters night in small city New Zealand. Locked in with my parents to enjoy some family time before I can make my escape back to the UK. On the telly comes the Broken something murders which is an oddly good NZ weekly drama, similar to Agatha Christie type whodunnit murder show. And who should show up bawling over here dead son but none other than OUR LOUISE.
Turns out she is back in the acting business and selling it like never before. As we speak I am educating the family on exactly who she is (‘yes, the weakest link but also the real housewives of...’) and loving every tear soaked session Louise is providing me in my time of need. What. A. Woman.