It’s complicated
If you could follow me, follow me about the house, you would arrive eventually at the period lounge with the large inglenook fireplace. It is in truth, a very impressive room and one that I have come to love these last few months since we moved in. Located against the breast of that impressive fireplace, inset in wrought iron frames, as though they had been there, ever since the house was built in the 17th century are two wedding photographs. They feature Francesca in an extravagant gown with a flowing veil and Nathaniel, her black partner, dressed in an immaculate morning suit. In the first he is kissing her, whilst I look on. In the second, with a bouquet of flowers posed they are signing what looks like a register. The pictures are entirely fake. …