Urgent need for buttons. The shabby car park abuts some interesting archaeology, some of it, I suspect, quite ancient, with an unexpected lavishness of lilies.
I passed the house-clearance-when-you-drop shop and was caught: EPNS?
At home I laid out the fleet. There was a certain lack of knives, odd since everything else was there. Was there another set once? For this vintage, one might expect fish knives?
The detail has gone past being old-fashioned and is on its way back to period charm.
This gives us the terminus post quem; though something tells me His Majesty might not have wanted to be closely associated with this modest line.