The eponymous house belongs to Amy Doll, a young, unassertive widow, striving to educate her reluctant teenage daughter and dependent on the rent payments of an odd complement of women who lease the upstairs rooms in her London residence. While Amy attempts to set limits within her own space in the basement, she realizes that "her house was being used as a brothel for elderly gentlemen." The doyennes of the upstairs are two aging harridans who spar endlessly with each other. Both are divorcees, short on money, long in languorous, bibulous reminiscences about better times and better men.
TROUBLE IS BREWING AT AMY DOLLS ROOMING HOUSE. HER FOUR "GOLDEN GIRL" BOARDERS, NEAR RETIREMENT, HAVE EMBARKED UPON A NEW PROFESSION. WELL NEW TO THEM ANYWAY. IN ORDER TO SUPPLEMENT THEIR INCOME THEY HAVE TRADED THEIR GIRDLES & AFTERNOON TEA FOR TIGHT PANTS & DRINK.