One of my all-time favourites, and I only just reread it but already I'm looking forward to the next reread. 73 year old Bertrice Martin is two things: rich as hell, and absolutely desperate to teach her arsehole nephew a lesson. His landlady, the 69 year old Violetta Beauchamps, seems best placed to help her with this plan. This novella, which should be 900 pages long, is basically two hilarious old ladies sticking two middle fingers up at the patriarchy, eating chocolate, letting farm animals loose in a boarding house, and falling in love. I cannot recommend it enough. I don’t know if I’ve ever laughed so hard at a book in my life. Picture a 73 year old toasting a cheese sandwich over the fire of a burning building while her girlfriend looks on, doe-eyed, and you’ve pretty much got this book summed up. I can't recommend it enough for people who want a light-hearted romance which isn't afraid to delve into some weighty issues; ageism, sexism, and how to correctly slice a loaf of bread.