Belinda is in mourning, having lost her fiancé to the Great War. This is the tale of Belinda’s struggle to escape the period of mourning and the problems of being a female in a man’s world. Belinda suffers from a boss who believes it’s acceptable to touch and grab her hand when paying her her wages and a father who believes he has a right to her wages to spend on the horses or at the pub. She is wracked by guilt as she buys some coloured fabric to make a blouse that isn’t the traditional black mourning colour. Can she find a way out? I hope her old school teacher will offer her a way. How far we have come in terms of women’s liberties, I look forward to hearing about Belinda’s adventure.