Yes, That Sign was still up. And yet, the woman cleaning unmentionable things that we won't mention from it was whistling a happy little tune. Why? Because That Sign would soon disappear - or perhaps she could donate it to the bake shop?
Anyway, the one in the window read, as was becoming usual:
Covent Garden FLOWERS
Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh FLOWERS from nosegays to bouquets! Also, for a limited time only, fresh flour.
Delivery available
upon request.
Now Hiring For Wednesday Position.
[OOC: Opeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!]