Monica Dickens was bored with deb life: endless evenings partying with people you don't really like. She wanted to DO something, and what she liked doing was cooking. She also loved snooping into other people's lives, and gossiping with people - other servants, tradesmen, vacuum cleaner salesmen - who were far more amusing than wet "deb's delights". She novelised her experiences below stairs. Most of her employers, by the way, were NOT members of the "upper classes". Strained gentility is far more amusing, as I'm sure Monica would agree. She disguised her genuine employers, but... I'm reading an early edition of the book, and the disguising seems to slip in places. Was Martin Parrish the dress designer originally a married couple, or a woman? And what sex is his Pekinese? Mimi sometimes seems to be a "him". She carelessly refers to him as "the Parrishes" or mentions that "she" was taking up a chiffon dress. I'm sure these slips were smoothed out in later editions. Who writes books as funny as this now? Are we stuck with Bridget Jones lookalikes and earnest, worthy, "eat your greens" book group novels?