As the 1950s passed, community links loosened, social reverence diminished and life became racier so the market for staid panel games declined and Lady Barnett found herself out on a limb. She was still a practising magistrate, yet the automatic respect for such an occupation had gone, and maybe Lady Isobel felt this change in social attitudes more than most. With the death of her husband in 1970 she would find it hard to adapt to the role of sequestered widow, where she would be invited to fewer and fewer dinner parties, and this professional woman must have felt a sense of loneliness in the quiet, insipid village where she resided after the stimulus of the bright lights of the television studio in earlier years. Her new-found excitant would lie in symbiosis with her unblemished existence heretofore. She would go to the local store with hat and coat, a wicker basket looped round her arm. Unbeknownst to anyone but herself she had sewn a cloth bag inside the coat, thus making a concealed inner pocket on her person.This still in the days of local village shops with no CCTV, as Lady Barnett moved freely up and down the aisles she would have to be physically seen to have taken goods to be accused of shoplifting. Whether it was this fact that kept her making this a habit, whether she was exhibiting some early stage of mental illness or whether the activity provided an excitement from the humdrum one can only surmise. In the Autumn of 1980 shopkeeper Roger Fowkes caught her filching a tin of tuna and cream, value 87p,and the Police were called. Imagine ex-magistrate David Cameron's mother caught in similar circumstances and that's going some way to the furore this incident caused at the time. Lady Barnett would brazen it out and elect to be tried by her peers. Whether the jurors listened to the evidence fully and found the case against her overwhelming,or some just wanted to hit back at perceived aristocracy in a time of economic woes, on Friday 17th October 1980 at London Magistrates' Court she was found guilty of shoplifting and fined £75. One question put to her outside her home that weekend would prove fatal. It was: "What do you think this conviction has done to your social standing?" to which she bravely replied: "I don't think ladies have much social standing today", yet the damage was done. On Sunday evening she was found dead in the bath, into which she had thrown an electric heater, causing ventricular fibrillation and heart attack. The local doctor gave the cause of death unusually as uremia, her body was cremated in haste before a full post-mortem could be carried out, and the whole affair was hushed up. The gardens adjacent to Cossington Hall have since been built on by developers, yet a Barnett Close exists in memory of Lady Isobel, along with (one hopes)abundantly growing Lady Isobel fuchsias intertwining with the pale lavender flowers of the similar eponymous hosta, in memory of a life cut short.