This picture was made from a drawing done by a friend of my father's four months before I was born.

My old nurse told me that he was invalided from the war; that my father had asked him to make the drawing upon his return to London.

Perhaps my father had ominous dreams of her ordeal soon to be.
They pronounced me a fine boy.

I was round faced, round bodied, well nourished.

The nurse read my horoscope in coffee grounds.