Over an hour in the car to find a castle that we'd seen on t'Internet, to find out that there's no public admittance.
Private, eh? That's a great idea.
I've decided that one day I too shall have my own castle. With a drawbridge, portcullis and everything. And a pirhana-filled moat…
Although, I bet that nasty man from Everest will still turn up and try to sell us double glazing.
Anyway, so no castle-viewing today, but the tale does still have a happy end: we stopped at a tiny petrol station and got a dangerously overpriced packet of crisps before coming home again. Rock on!
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Well, that was a silly thing to do.
What? Buying the hideously expensive crisps?
The truth is that I was so hungry by that time that I could have eaten my own foot, and I figured that coming home with fewer appendages that I'd gone out with would only make the day even less of a success.
I have a castle.
It just looks like a bungalow.
What people think is a shed are, in fact, my stables.
In my castle we always eat expensive crisps. Even in the morning.
Then the ambassador puts out the Ferrero Roche, and we have a fancy ball.
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