A gorgeous photograph circa 1804, practicing her false Royal Smile. To be honest her hair looked a little ratty. She wanted to do it herself. Doing things for oneself, are not a De Lumiere thing to do, but for the sake of preventing another tantrum, experiencing the things that those of a lower class do, education and her fixation on modernity, we gave in. She done the best any useless Princess could hope to do. As her Mothers daughter, she will always be the most beautiful gal in the World. As the saying goes, if one says it often enough one actually believes it to be true!
Our lovely Princess had been practicing being demure in the Mirror for weeks. It is one of those Royal traits, one uses the project superiorness to those who yes look up to us and need an obscenely rich, arrogant and unstable family to look up to. We are the family of choice for tens of people. One day soon, once we have retired to the Costa's our faded, broken crown will be hers. She will have to carry that responsibility round with her forever. She did try, she did her best. We were a little disappointed with her effort.
'We laughed, we cried, we gave, we died'
Her first Royal Wave. She took the arm extended bit too far, though her enthusiasm was never in doubt. The De Lumiere's have always had strong arms. She has arm genes to die for. This could be her saving grace. Arm waving is an art. Not many people understand the years of learning one has to go through, to wave a hand. Even now, riddled with arthritis, I still manage to give a finger or two in the right places.
Apparently he regressed her back to her Ancient Egyptian heritage, told her all sorts of stuff, that she now, so firmly believes. Put an idea in her head, and she will run with it.
She woke naked, spread eagle on a Chaise at this Psychic Trev's studio. A little sore, she was never the less happy that she could finally have a little hope of her Royal abilities.
Royal protocol states, that one should always wait for the correct empathetic look, for the desired occasion, disaster or event. That was the most important thing for Jamie to remember. As my dear Gay Mother Paul Judd, once told me.
'Never get caught with your legs in the air. All the excuses in the World will not get you out of this one. That photo will last a life time, long after you have gone to that Palace in the sky'
Here I am about to plant another tree in a place I can't remember, surrounded by people I don't recall. Probably vandalised, dying and ultimately dug up, as the local council build another Carriage Park and coaching house!