Agapanthus Crumb

There was nothing, but nothing, which Agapanthus Crumb couldn't do with three sticks of rhubarb and a boiled egg.  Hardy perennial winner of every possible culinary prize at the Little Hope Village Fete for fifteen years running she made Mrs Beeton look like the workhouse cook in 'Oliver Twist'.

As leader of the openly militant wing of the village Women's Institute, she was also an excellent source of gossip and just the person to wrestle sixpence out of Constable Clink at the Christmas Carol Service...

There was gossip in the air, a little gin in the teapot and Agapanthus Crumb was a most excellent informant...

To be honest, Agapanthus had never seen a vicar doing such an extreme form of yoga before...

Harry Roy's song about a pussy cat sounded perfect for the tea dance at the church hall...

If jerry landed in the next five minutes he was having that cake...

"More tea, vicar?" asked Agapanthus, attempting to defuse the situation when the vicar accidentally invented hot cross pancakes...

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