The Tales from Lord Byron's Abode...

The Ghost of Piccadilly Terrace

"Walked early to look at my old house in Piccadilly - saw into the room where I have sat with him, and felt as if I had lived there with a friend who was long since dead to me.

No sense of past agony - all mournfully soft."

​"It's a nice enough house and big enough for this feline to get lost in as I have to protect my paws when Lord Byron's
bad-tempered hound is on the prowl.

BUT it is a rather chilly house as there is NO central heating AND sooty whiskers is NEVER a good look!"

"I really love this big house and wish that I could visit all the time... But to be allowed to play with it would be even better!

I wouldn't like to live in it though as I can see NO toys and I'd miss my IPad and colouring pencils too much..."

"As everything in my 'real' world becomes crazier with each passing day, I really wish that I could shrink and move to Piccadilly Terrace as a perpetual house guest.


AND preferably with chocolate to enjoy, books to read, NO bills to pay OR any dishes to clean and NO laundry to attend to."