“The vicar's handshake was warm and reassuring, but shaking hands with Mavis was like clutching a bunch of dead twigs.”

“The vicar's handshake was warm and reassuring, but shaking hands with Mavis was like clutching a bunch of dead twigs.”

“We had never eaten our own chickens but we delighted in eating their eggs. No matter how hot the summer became, they always presented us with eggs, which I thought was very generous of them, considering the heat. I'm sure I wouldn't have bothered.”

“The vicar's handshake was warm and reassuring, but shaking hands with Mavis was like clutching a bunch of dead twigs.”

“It's very kind of you to take us in," said the vicar, smiling. "We're so sorry if we've put you out at all." "Not at all!" I said, lying through my teeth.”