Fees are rising in a Scottish care home, and the elderly residents are unhappy. They organise a protest march – then find themselves outnumbered by an LGBT march (“and what is LGBT?” they wonder). They they barricade themselves inside a room in the home, which gains plenty of media attention. This raises some money, but the effects are short-lived. Three of the ladies decide to set up a naughty chat line for men who want to talk to older women. This does generate some income, but at the expense of their morals. These same women then decide to set up another chat line, this time providing grandmotherly advice, but without the income. Other stories happen on the side. A 100-year-old lady defies death, and induces her priest to celebrate by getting drunk with her. Two childhood friends, who became enemies when one slept with the wife of the other, resolve their enmity and become best friends again. One of them, Walter, has made friends with Julie, a prostitute, who was scammed by a practice known as grooming into joining the industry when she was young, and has no way out. The two come up against the moral police officer of the care home, Deirdre, and Julie is rescued by a Joyce, an obese greedy lady who turns out to have been a prostitute in her younger days. Julie finds a job working in another care home, while Joyce reunites with a son she has never been in contact with. Dorothy, a wise but innocent lady who has been dumped and abandoned by her son, makes contact with him again. Miss Ross, a prim headmistress, dies and leaves behind a journal, in which we find out that she was secretly in love with Dorothy.
There is plenty of other drama in this heartwarming novel, that demonstrates that the elderly, while not as fit physically or mentally as the young, can still have life in their years. They bumble around, making mistakes and misunderstanding many things in the world, and turn from being lonely and depressed to being lively and loving as they encounter all sorts of adventures.
Every character in this book is lovable, each in their own idiosyncratic way. Even the main villain, Deirdre, is just an old busybody – and don’t we know plenty of these? Each of the characters has their own life story that has contributed to the individual characteristics and personalities that they have. Each has his/her own personal battle to fight, and experiences joy, sadness, anger, despair, and peace. P.I. Paris does a brilliant job of weaving their stories together to create a cohesive and delightful novel that is hilarious and full of real emotion.
Reading this book made me wish that more care homes/nursing homes were this way. Unfortunately too many of them are rather sad, depressing places, where people live but there is little life. How do we inject life into these places? Is it just an ideal?