Autumn has hit Perth. The decidous trees are looking tired and dropping their leaves.
The wage slaves of St George's Terrace have dug out their suits in sombre greys and blacks.
But there are far too many toes on display. Especially those with chipped nail polish.
Prudence wishes more employed ladies stuck to the eminently sensible advice she was told at the dawn of her career: shoulders, knees and toes are never to be seen at work.