Look at this charming badge I found at the Hospice shop in the village. It is really hard to imagine what its author was thinking. Are they saying "it's time to rethink your wardrobe and beauty regime" or are they saying, "don't get angry"? I found it amusing enough to enquire about its price, and the woman behind the counter said, "I just cannot sell it to you for more than 50c "
That's really saying something because they seem to have no problems selling everything else there for an exorbitant price.
Once purchased I knew exactly what I was going to do with it. It had that slightly antagonistic ambivalence that can only be pulled off by the insouciance of youth : there comes an age when you are too old for retro irony. I have just the right youth in mind. Someone who has very recently had a birthday.
And here is the vehicle upon which the badge shall be carried.
Happy 20th Rosie!