Under my proper name, I'm the wife of a 19th century vicar who was born in Britain in 1810 and went to Australia to build churches, or a domestic servant in the parish of Headley. They had their portraits painted and it's these that are on the web.

For Liz the Squeak on Google, you get this site.... and a lot of links to parts of novels of a less than salubrious nature..... "Liz heard a squeak and turned around to see what had stopped Max in his tracks. Michael was pulling his pants together, and Maria was pulling down her dress ..."....!

Didn't know I'd had so much fun!

LTS