This book is a perfect example of why I need to curate my reading a bit more. It was recommended to me earlier this week, and by coincidence I noticed that I had downloaded the Kindle version last summer. Assuming I had not read it, I started reading it again, and was in the second chapter when things started looking familiar. Not because it was talking about Chruchill during the Blitz but because it was talking about Churchill's daughters' social lives. Surely that wasn't in another book. I rechecked the Kindle entry, and it showed that I had finished reading it last fall.
Unfortunately, I think I was reading it at about the same time I was reading Michael Korda's "Alone" and got the two confused. I also apparently never posted on the book, so I didn't have any record other than Kindle that I had actually read the book. Until I discovered that, um, I posted that this book was the reason I painted Churchill's portrait on my study ceiling last August. 
The problem is that I read so many books at the same time, and most by Kindle or Audible. But it's okay. I just got through rereading three WW II books so eventually I'll get around to this one as well.
It reminds me of what the late Ralph Hall said about the three the benefits of getting forgetful with age. You meet new friends every day, a different woman fixes you breakfast every morning, and you meet new friends every day.
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