Better not I tell you. You want to know what I do? I say , if you have trouble you are right to come to me. And I kiss her. It's when I kiss her she cry - not before.
I must remember about chandeliers and dancing, about swans and roses and snow.
My father old Cosway, with his white marble tablet in the English church at Spanish Town for all to see. It have a crest on it and a motto in Latin and words in big black letters. I never know such li...