Rossetti kept kangaroos and peacocks in the back garden (the peacocks were subsequently banned because of the noise) and the house was haunted. By him, or someone else, I don’t know. There were mysterious footsteps on the stairs, and at night I felt the weight of a body sink down next to me in bed. Either that, or I was so wasted I just imagined it. I often went with Victoria––a famous wit and beauty herself––to tea with the ethereal Bianca where we lay around on her silk cushions, or tried on everything in her wardrobe. The Ozzie Clark dresses, the James Wedge hats.