I had one very favourite home of all the many homes I have had, in the East End of London, a small house in Plashet road. I loved and adored it, and everything about it, down to where it was. It was said to have once belonged to the Witch of the Forest of Londonius and her daughter and stood in the same spot- for me it was likea witches house. Every view from it was magic inside. Even my curtains, which if I stared long enough, changed to nuns, with the tall roman revenges outside filled with nests of birds, so I could see them from my window, watching all, as the trees turned into stair ways and the leaves into green doors! In the end I had to leave from continued pressure from Ministries and their sex buddies at the UK KGB St barths human Research, but I often wish I were there still.