If you take an ordinary person and relocate them to a slum district, depriving them—let it be a modest but sufficient income—of everything they have, the person will certainly be upset. But not as much as a royal family that one day found itself in a wretched little house with cockroaches in the cracks, mold on the walls, and soot on the ceiling. That is exactly where Sue Townsend’s imagination brought the English rulers. And now the English queen stands in line for bones; Prince Charles languishes in a jail cell; Princess Anne receives a chauffeur’s courtship; Princess Diana enthusiastically imitates slum fashionistas; and the queen mother strikes up a tender friendship with a poor old woman.
Problems pile up on the royal family from every direction: how to deal with the shoelaces on their shoes; how to cook soup; what to do with disgusting insects; what to feed a starving dog gone wild; and how to turn on the gas to light the miserable hearth...
Probably no writer other than Sue Townsend could destroy the British monarchy with such wit and describe the royal family’s misadventures so mockingly yet so sympathetically.