Jack Warner stars as the head of a working-class family -- when wife Marjorie Rhodes lets him -- during the War. His routine and equanimity are upset when Lady Grace Arnold comes by to demand he forbid his daughter Patricia Cutts, from seeing her son.
It's quite a change from the "We're all in it together" that filled British movies from the start of the war to the end. This makes full use of snobbery, both of the upper classes towards the working folks, and that of the lower class Charles Victor, full of Bolshie contempt for the uppers, and yet always ready to cadge whatever he fancies, from a beer to Warner's reading glasses. Warner has his own pride, thinking himself as good as any man and twice as good as most, and his women folk the best of all.
It's pleasant fare, although nothing extraordinary about it. That was Warner's stock-in-trade in performance, that of the ordinary, decent bloke, doing his job, keeping up with what was going on in the world, pleased with what he's achieved, and minding his own business, but happy to help out in an emergency, like millions of others on both sides of the Atlantic.