"Am disconcerted, at breakfast, to recieve letter from old school friend saying What am I  doing with My Brain these days, and isn’t it a Pity to Let It All Go? Know what she means but am very angry nevertheless, and lose myself thinking out some really telling replies."

So begins  "Provincial Daughter"  by  R. M. Dashwood, who is  indeed  E. M Delafields daughter and brings  to her rather wonderful follow up to her Mothers laugh out loud funny diary, the same humour, wit and mild paranoia (and to all us Vintage Housewives, the same mildly uncomfortable moments of empathy) that made the first such a huge success …

Go slather soda bread in salty butter,  make a cafetiere of something strong, wrap yourself in a blanket and find somewhere to sit in the garden where you won’t be heard laughing in a nutty fashion.

It truly is that daft.