War has come to Britain, so the Provincial Lady decides to do her bit, and move to London to find a job to help with the war effort. Unfortunately, everyone else has the same idea, and rather than finding her offer eagerly embraced, she is reducing to trying every contact she has to try and get a position, only to end up volunteering at a canteen. Not to worry, for as usual her diary is written with the wit and verve we have come to expect from this series, and not only are we revisited by regular characters (the awful Lady B has not changed one bit) but also new ones.
It is interesting to read an observation of life in the early years of the war written by someone obviously there, and without her impressions softened by nostalgia. We learn that for every one that pulled together in the spirit of the war, there were just as many annoying and self-serving people as ever. We commiserate, laugh, and sigh with the Provincial lady as she attempts to hold her household, and own life, together in the most testing of times.