Nostalgia?

As I sat waiting for my breakfast to be served this morning I was facing this ornament of a graceful dancing lady and I decided it was very appropriate for this care home.

It seemed to me to epitomise the gay thirties and I thought for the majority if not all of the residents that it would be reminiscent of their happy, carefree youthful days. (Not mine, I hasten to add, I was only a little girl then.)

Everything's wet outside. Obviously not the best of days to sample the patio or go calling for cats.