But he didn't, because it became apparent that he and the missus were going to do the unexpected thing, the difficult thing, and give it another go.
With demand already outstripping supply and the eggs taking over Holden's home - "my missus was going mental about it smelling like a chippy" - he had to have a rethink.
"It's OK, apart from getting another divorce - my missus is going potty about the whole thing," he joked to BBC Sport.
He'd spend quite a bit of time in the bookies I think, having told the missus he was going down the allotment.
"Her name is Isabel," he used to remind the nurses if they said, "Now, my lady," or "O.K., missus, over we go".
"I mean, everybody goes, oh, Michael Douglas… ha ha ha, he's been going down on the missus," says Dickinson, "but the truth is nobody knows for certain what causes it.
"Get a gram in for me, just going to put the missus in a taxi," is not a good look on anyone.
"Ours are never going swimming again," says my missus.
"How's it going?" And you say, "The missus has just been saying I'm verbally abusive, but I'm doing O.K. otherwise".
As my hard-bitten father used to say, "At least when you tell your sins to a priest, you know he's not going to blab them to his missus".
