Another of the Rivers of London short stories; this time a historical one set in the 1960s. I enjoyed it, but I have to admit that I prefer Peter Grant as the protagonist - I find him effortlessly funny, whereas I feel that this should be funny but isn't... like it's trying a little too hard to be humorous. The only time it felt as if it was a Rivers story, tonally, was the Deplorables criticising the house as unfit for a baby at the end.

That being said, the fabric imagery down in the basement was really cool. I liked that, and the history behind it.