Diana 'Dee' Day

Diana' Dee' Day lived with her mother  Holly and younger sister May in the old lodge at the entrance to Hilda Ffinch's rather grand estate where she tapped away religiously on her trusty typewriter from dawn to dusk each day transcribing Ms Ffinch's somewhat dubious memoirs.   A terribly sensible girl, May was aware that Hilda had almost certainly never ridden up K4 on the back of an arthritic yak with the Duke of York, but went along with the charade as Hilda Ffinch was a generous employer and - after all - a rent-free dwelling with three fireplaces, an ice house and a painted boudoir was not to be sniffed at.

As soon as War was declared, Dee volunteered to become an ARP warden (having promised Hilda Ffinch that she'd be sure to finish typing the sentence she was on and lock the infamous memoirs away in the safe before sallying forth to save the day) and took her duties very seriously indeed...

Dee was nothing if not prepared. The kitchen lampshade made an ideal tin hat and she was fairly confident that she could blow that thing if she had to...

"This reminds me of the opera!" shouted May excitedly. Dee was fairly sure that May wasn't taking this ARP lark seriously...

No one had the nerve to tell May that her skirt was tucked

into her knickers again...

Dee was worried.

Using gravy browning as stockings was one thing, but getting to the dance without having to fight off the two hungry fox terriers at number 15 and 

Mrs Titty Parlour' s greedy whippet was another...

At Hilda Ffinch's new Lonely Hearts Agency, things were not really going as planned.  Dee quite fancied Tarquin, but he'd been missing in Indo-China since 1926...

The two newest members of the militant wing of the Little Hope Women's Institute certainly weren't delivering cookery books as advertised, Aubrey suspected black market kippers...

 

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