A lovely lady, a green eyed red head married to a man who preferred someone else, was exceedingly rich.  She lived in a huge cold draughty palace surrounded by scheming servants trying to obtain favours. She was spied on and followed wherever she went, she could not even go shopping in Woolworth's without a commotion.

 

She found no friendship in her palace so she went to the homes of the poor.  Her new friends did not know her as anyone special and she helped with decorating and painting. And there she found love.

 

She drew beautiful pictures in pencil and watercolour of the tragic poor on her visits abroad when she slipped her guard.  She also took pictures with her £5000 digital camera of the back streets around the mansions of the rich showing the contrasts and injustices of our society.  I used to borrow her camera to take pictures for her.

 

Before her marriage she was happy and lived with her girl friends in a flat, she never was happy again. (Money don't buy you love!).

 

She has two talented sons (not altogether honest) (who knows who their is father) and I believe a daughter, she is black but this is only a rumour. 

 

She died in a terrible road accident with a man she was trapped with in a hotel. Some say it was murder.

 

As with many super rich or even rich she died of money poisoning.  She could not cast this golden stone that was a tying her down and so it became a target for all.

 

Her final words to me "Your the same as the others!".

 

I have found hell.

 

Chris.