‘I quickly deduced that this scene of domestic discord had something to do with Cook’s letter and the supply and demand of the humble carrot.’
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Let Them Eat Cake!
‘As Cook has been seen clutching a distinctive pocket book about her person – what COULD she be about?’
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Taking My Leave of Number 13?
On a cold January day Lady Byron walked out of the front door of 13 Piccadilly Terrace for the last time…
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A Stitch IN Time?
‘Can I trust you to be discreet?’
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A Stroll Along Piccadilly? Oh! The Agony!
One quiet and chilly afternoon – I went for a stroll along Piccadilly to take a lingering look at the abode which was the scene of Lord Byron’s short and difficult union.
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Home With Byron? 