We're different on two counts, it would appear. A quick google today revealed that she's an evangelical Christian. And she is clearly a far better cook than me.
But what's important in all this is that there is a winner, which means 14 weeks of six-night-a-week viewing has come to a close. I've made no secret of being a fan, but I'm not sad that it's over.
Hello, evenings. Glad to have you back.
Two cheeky monkeys watching MasterChef last week. Both of them had already been put to bed at least once.