This diary is a humorous and honest record by an ordinary British housewife who truthfully pens her innermost thoughts and feelings, her frustrations and affairs with an assortment of men in the course of a year.

Dana Dale is an attractive 35-year-old blonde, five feet six tall, with blue eyes, good legs and figure, and with, as she says in her foreword, ‘a big pair of knockers!’ For all intents and purposes, she is an everyday British housewife who lives in a semi on the outskirts of Luton, near London, with her husband, her teenage daughter and son and a dog, Donut, of uncertain age and parentage. Dana’s lot is seemingly that of a boring housewife, keeping the household running.

But appearances are deceiving. Bored out of her mind and sexually frustrated beyond measure, she is not afraid to pen her true thoughts and feelings about the milkman, or Mr. Parsons who collects the insurance money, her new neighbour—in fact, about a whole range of men who cross her path on a daily basis. And her feelings spill over into startling actions. Like Defoe’s Moll Flanders and Joyce’s Molly Bloom, Dana Dale is remarkable for her unflinching honesty as she unfolds a story and reveals events that will shock and grip the reader’s interest.