That was the answer to the riddle, just in case anyone was curious.
Not that there is anyone out there.
So, at the moment the wicked witch of the North and West is driving me insane. Not difficult for someone with a degree in mental cruelty. I may or may not make it through the night, at least without driving back to Spain. Only it might be worth booking a ticket on the ferry as the van doesn’t float.
If I was a recognised author I could make a fortune writing all my tribulations down, only I am not quite sure over the title. 50 ways to leave the planet or 50 ways to conceal a body from the police. Only the second title is suspect as I have never struck anyone in my life. Except a couple of times it self defence, and I wasn’t very good at that anyway.