We continued bumping and swerving our way along the potholed drive. "How long has Penny had this place?" I asked, mid air. "Six months." My handbag hopped off my lap. "You'd think she'd fix the bloody potholes wouldn't you? How old is the castle?" "I don't know, do I look like an archaeologist!" (I would love to tell you he had been dropped on his head as an infant, but no.) Warning; Contains Jelly fish and some swear words , well you'd swear, if you were married to a mental case.