desperately need your help!' pleaded Victor, to Mildred Beamish his office secretary. Mildred was a Ms, never married, middle-aged, wearer of no nonsense tweed and sensible brogues and the epitome of organisation and efficiency.
'Leave it with me, Vicar,' said Mildred, hoping sincerely that he would, Victor had a habit of getting under one's feet and generally making a nuisance of himself.
In no time at all, Meals On Wheels en masse had arrived and the whole steaming mountain had been transferred in to ...