If I had been asked back then how I imagined that things might end,
I would have suggested exactly as in the Daily Telegraph below,
but thought of it as a tongue-in-cheek grotesque caricature of reality.
In fact reality has met my wildest imagination head on,
even down to Mrs Paul's reciting of Victor Hugo aloud.
Read on, three years later, this time in the Hampstead & Highgate Express
about the demise of No 87 Belsize Park Gardens, and
Mrs Paul's continuing deterioration
