Today on 40ish: Lauren reports back from the cinematic gothic f***fest where the wind was wild, the passion was feral, and one drenched Jacob Elordi on horseback has single-handedly reset her standards and her blood pressure. Frankly, she hasn’t been the same since. For God’s sake, someone hide the linen shirts and put her in a cold shower. Meanwhile, Nicole’s quest for a dignified lunch ends in sadness at the hands of the bleakest tuna sandwich ever assembled. Was it food? Was it a cry for help? Either way, John Lewis may need to answer for its crimes. The Place To Eat? More like ‘The Place To Die’ Plus, a listener deals with an infuriating workplace body-shaming moment, and the Valentine’s Day reports are in. Memo to all men: Don’t buy shit flowers. It’s bodice ripping, sandwich flinging, flower judging chaos. Enjoy!