18th C/21st C
So today we glimpse the last of Margaret Gainsborough and her daughters, dressed in travelling cloaks, leaving through the front door of No. 17 The Circus, setting foot in the coach which is to whisk them away in a clatter of horses' hooves over the stone cobbles and off to their new life in fashionable Pall Mall, and out of my life forever.
BUT....the cleaners, Molly Maids, were here on Tuesday and Gainsborough's ghost, in the form of the unpleasant fishy odour of the glue used by artists to seal their canvases in the 18th C appeared upstairs in his old studio as soon as they entered the room, remaining there until they left two hours later...