When I was 9, I was off school recovering from flu and my grandmother (maternal) cuddled up with me and told me that there was a “lovely film” that we could watch.

It wasn’t my idea of lovely, though I did fall “in love” with my first black-and-white actress - Joan Fontaine. I was also terrified by Mrs Danvers. Since then, I’ve “dreamt of Manderley” a few times - usually when I am stressed. It never involves me getting it on with Joan (not a nice idea - she shares my mother’s name). It is Mrs Danvers drawing back my curtains and telling me that I am late. She does this with disdain and I have no idea what I am late for. Come on, Dr Freud, work that one out.

One other thing, in the above clip, Mrs Danvers speaks as if it is perfectly normal to have your underwear made by nuns in a convent. Is it?