Our Hidden Lives is a book with extracts from diaries submitted by people who took part in something called 'The Mass Observation Project', which was set up for the government(s) in Britain to get an idea of what the population really thought about things, what were their issues and concerns. Having received this book as a present, I was a bit disappointed to see the dates covered, as I thought that the diaries would cover the war years. This soon passed as I started to read the book and got to know the characters. They are described by the author/collator at the start in pen pictures and don't seem all that interesting at first glance. A housewife, an accountant, an OAP, a jobbing writer of sorts, and later in the book a man whose occupation didn't seem too clear to me - a Mr B. Charles. As mentioned already the diaries start at a point where victory in Europe is just about declared, and continues for the next three years or so, covering the change of government and the first inklings of the NHS coming into being. The housewife, Edie, originally hails from South Africa but has been in the UK for some years. She is sharp, and amusing in her accounts of living with the after effects of the war, but some of the terms she has to describe some other people might be a bit hard to bear for some readers, with frequent usage of that 'n' word that is verboten, and quite rightly so, nowadays. The accountant, George, describes a lot of his work when visiting and inspecting the books of various factories, which after the war are in a varying states of efficiency after losing a lot of their workforce and having their premises remodelled by the Luftwaffe. He provides an insight into the burocreacy and penny pinching that went on in running a business then, as probably now. Probably my favourite diarist is the eldest, whom I have called an OAP already but I'm not sure if the state pension was about then and I haven't gone back into the book to check. His entries are frequently livened up by some poetry about what he has covered in the day's writing, which I enjoyed, no threat to the Poet Laureate by any means, but good fun. The writer, Joy, gives the impression of having a bit of a struggle to do most things, let alone write, with frequent entries about what we would call 'duvet days' now. Mr Charles, joins in later in the book - thinking about it he is some kind of arts dealer and lives in London and Scotland. He is a gay man, and talks about meeting servicemen, ex and current and seems to be a bit, no a lot, of a fusspot with pithy descriptions of his fellow man and woman. I thought he was quite courageous to take part in the diary project, given the attitudes of the time. All of the diarists bemoan their lot, in terms of food and things they used to take for granted - their quality, rationing and price and, to my surprise, none of them seemed to have many good words for Churchill - seeming glad to see the back of him. Having said that though, they don't seem impressed by politicians generally - how times change eh? Another feature, and this was mentioned in the introduction, was how all of the diarists seemed to have definite tones of anti semitism, each using disparaging terms for the Jewish people, and little, if any sympathy for their plight in the preceding decade. To sum up, this book is well worth a read and others, like me, may well recognise themselves in some of the situations and reactions of the diarists to their everyday lives, and the people and things that seem to mess it up quite a lot.