If these walls could talk?
Well, now I am.
People say they’d have more sense talking to the wall – and they’re right you know.
We see everything – silent, all-seeing, all-knowing, discreet. The holders of all the Kingdom’s secrets.
And there are many.
My favourite period? The Eighties. Those young ladies brought a bit more life to the old place – sorry, Palace.
Sure the redhead was a bit loud, but she cheered that thin, shy one right up. When they were together we’d watch them furtively leaving in disguise, then roll back the next morning laughing and stumbling like a pair of carefree teenagers.
Course, after the redhead left, the thin one stopped laughing so much – but kept on with the stumbling. Pitched herself right down that big staircase once. Nobody noticed – so she did it again, when she knew there were more people about.
I wonder what happened to her?