This postcard is from well outside my usual time frame, but I thought it too good not to share today. It was sent by a female friend in London in October 1910 to one of my grandmother’s cousins. So it was neither timely nor a nasty hint from a man! Perhaps, like me, the sender picked up cards when they caught her eye and just used them as the mood took her.
This one tickled me so much when we found it after Nancy died that I’ve kept it ever since. Enjoy!
Jane Austen's London 