Creating to Empty My Mind!

The poet Lord Byron once said "IF I don't write to empty my mind, I will go mad" and when I think back to that fateful day many years ago when curiosity got the better of me and I picked up a copy of Dolls' House Magazine in my local supermarket which then went on to change [...]


A Sumptuous Meal of Minced Pies? I Congratulate You on Your Cook!

Seven years have elapsed since I saw a minced pie - and time and distance had not diminished my regret for those absent friends to "a merry Christmas and a happy new year" - both of which I augur for you and your family, although the congratulation of the former is somewhat of the latest.. [...]

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas and Something WAS Stirring in Lord Byron’s Abode!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse… Clement Clarke Moore Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, Christmas Eve has finally arrived at 13 Piccadilly Terrace in the year 1815! Although Lord Byron remains a most-beloved ‘Man of Letters’; it is unfortunate that references to this festive time of [...]

Blood, Sweat and Relief… The Windows are Finally Dressed!

Dear Diary... Can I have a drum roll please....  For I am delighted to announce that the windows of 13 Piccadilly Terrace are now finally dressed! Several weeks ago as I was counting down the days to the photo shoot for publication in the February issue of the Dolls' House Magazine as well as musing about [...]

Boatswain Warms By the Fire as Tee Bylo Makes Plans…

Dear Diary... Yes, I am still here and I can guess what thought is uppermost in your mind right now as you read this! For you're probably thinking that I have forgotten all about the creation of my 'Lord Byron House' and have shaken the dust of the year 1815 from the soles of my [...]