I saw this sign in the window of a shop a week ago on a glorious sunny Friday afternoon. I can’t remember what this shop sold until it closed, but I liked the humour of this sign.

My post title, by the way, is a novel by Rosamund Lehmann. I have to confess that I haven’t read this one, but her pair of books Invitation to the Waltz and The Weather in the Streets would be on my desert-island list. Her depiction of a teenager who just doesn’t fit but wants to blaze in her orange dress at the ball rings true even eighty years later, and the sequel, where this girl is a grown woman who has an affair with the smooth-talking but ultimately weak man who she spoke to at that ball, is as shocking and real as if it were happening today.