But it is actually as a human being that I really want to address the issue of Prince Philip, because he was born into remarkable rank—remarkable rank and connections—but he was simply a human being. And his world fell apart when, from exile in France, his father exited with a mistress to Monte Carlo and his mother, who had been born profoundly deaf, was institutionalised in a mental asylum in Switzerland, being diagnosed at the time as schizophrenic—a diagnosis that she always disputed. He was without the benefit of parents for around six years, with no contact whatsoever from his parents in that time, in the formative time of teenage years. When his mother, Princess Alice, escaped from the asylum, she made her way back to Athens, and it was there that she spent her time helping others and eventually founded an order of nuns in the Greek Orthodox Church. Prince Philip had no contact during those six formative years. And in a television interview, which I watched recently again, when questioned as to how he coped with it, his reaction was pretty typical of him—he said he just got on with it.