Vintage view: The Book of the Home

MY NAME is Kya, and I have a disgraceful domestic condition rooted in the collapse of class structures in the 1920s.

Stirring happily through The Book of The Home (c1925, Gresham Publishing Co) — written by a man to make it even more absurd — Davide C Minter, and introduced by old poor Lady Jekyll DBE, I was rudely slapped across the puss with a satin evening glove.