‘It all began the morning after Burn’s Night when having discovered a missive from my Lord Byron – the maid servant Florence, (a foolish girl if ever there was!) took it upon herself to notify Cook of the contents…’
Today, on this twenty second day of January in 1815 in the Year of Our Lord – MY Lord Byron is now seven and twenty…
Can I trust YOU to be discreet?
I REALLY must learn to hold my tongue!
The eyes AND ears of the Piccadilly household?