Like a good wine?

There's a reason for the blog's title. It is that one day trawling around Rye Lane in Peckham which is in south London, I came across a sign in a shop advertising two vacancies. 'Wanted' said the sign, 'One Matured Woman' and underneath that 'One Gentleman'.

For a moment, a heartbeat long, I thought, gee, I could apply. Could but won't. It was a specialist Nigerian food shop and I figured I'd be too skinny for them. They wouldn't want to hire me. Still, I was happy that a business somewhere wanted to hire a matured (like a wine? like a cheese?) woman.

I guess I'm that: one matured woman.