50 x 35cm
I know there are those who regard having to curtsey to David
& myself as a big joke. They pass remarks among themselves
about the ex-king & his American tart. In the USA someone,
really nasty, even uttered the words White Trash. How common.
I can't help my unfortunate start in life, that my mother was
not married to my father when I was conceived, that although
we were upper class we were so poor that rich relatives kept
us going, that my previous marriages ended in divorce. I was
not a bitch - at least I don't think so - or perhaps yes.
But at least a bitch with style.
When dear David came along I couldn't resist the temptation to
play for really big stakes. After all, above this there was only God.
At times when I look at my chic image in the mirror I tell myself,
"Baby, you come close. No matter what anyone says,
you were almost Queen of the British Empire. You sleep with
a man who was a King."