jilly cooper's account of the decade she spent living in a house near putney common, of the people she met there, and the problems with her various dogs. While i generally find jilly Cooper quite amusing, and started off enjoying this, I found myself increasingly irritated by her hopelessness about her dogs. Apparently incapable of controlling them, she let them run amuck, figting other dogs, killing cats etc, and eventually had to have two of them put down. To have to have one dog put down due to bad behaviour may be a mistortune, to have two put down looks like carelessness. there are other oddities. For instance, at Christmas 1978 she tells us she hasn't got enough money to buy Christmas presents for her children, yet the following spring she is sending one of them to boarding school. How can she afford Boarding school but not christmas presents? At the end, when she remarks on leaving Putney for the country that some of the people she leaves behind will heave a sigh of relief, I couldn't help feeling that if I'd been one of her neighbours I'd probably have been one of those sighing with relief, especially if her horrid dogs had killed one of my cats.