Ever since it began, years ago now, I've bought frocks and stuff from the Toast catalogue and online. In their first couple of outings they even had some over-40-year-old models. They are long gone, but I've remained loyal even though, as a young friend said, their clothes look like a conscientious but ironic remake of Miss Marple. It's hard growing old and still wanting to wear vintage-looking clothes. Two pluses so often make a minus. But recently, Toast has been alarmingly taken with its retro image, believing itself apparently to be more Virginia than Agatha.