The dust has settled a bit, at least for now. Let's have a look.
Poor Peter is slumming his sentence of 5 years and 3 months at His Majesty's Prison Dumfries. Nicola is living in London lording it up in the fancy wine bars of Notting Hill and couldn't give a toss about her man - or anyone else for that matter. She's the very coldest of very cold fishes. She's the classic psychopath.
Nicola has long hated England, the English and Tories. She has said so on many occasions. Those are her passions in life. The irony of seeking refuge in England is completely lost on her. 'I'm a victim too', she moaned of her husband. Me, me, me, me forever. Frankly, Scotland is well shot of her and, with a bit of luck, it is eternal.
So, there is currently quite a difference in their respective fortunes. We couldn't care less about the poisonous and ghastly Nicola but we hope Peter will use his time wisely in the nick and reform into becoming a good citizen. Our advice to him is to write his memoirs and provide some sort of accurate record as to those long-running events of yesteryear.
His memoirs would make him a fortune, many times the price of the assets he purloined. And those memoirs would be infinitely more entertaining than any self-serving rubbish coming from Nicola's £5,000 pen.