Mrs Fox Goes To War...

Determined to get her hands on her sausage ration, Violet set off for the butchers at a rate of knots on her trusty Roadster...

If her suspicions were correct, Mrs Fox would be hanging something out on the Siegfried Line alright, and it wouldn't be Adolf's undercrack

The vicar soon came to regret trusting Vera with the keys to St Candida's, for one thing she soon discovered that she had a captive audience

"Do you have any Aristotle?" asked Archie, who clearly didn't come from the East End...

Penny might have been registering mild alarm at the price of cod liver oil, but that was nothing...

To the uninitiated, Victoria might have looked as though she'd dressed in a hurry. In occupied France however, three undone sleeve buttons

Lady Shagg-Pyle might look harmless enough, but she'd taken out six Berber tribesmen, a Russian bear and eighteen Boers with that brolley...

The Reverend Fishwick was concerned that Percy had been at 'Fanny by Gaslight' again...

Violet took the phrase 'Loose Lips Sink Ships' very seriously indeed and remained mute for much of 1943...

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

There had been a run on loo roll in Little Hope and George had the sole remaining copy of The Daily Mirror...

"There's a village just over the next rise," explained George, who hated to admit that this wasn't actually Oxford Circus as planned...

With Doris on hand to tighten their nuts they couldn't fail...

Never mind Johnnie Walker, Vera Flynn was rumoured to be something of a swinger herself...

"Fear not!" whispered Violet as they headed into the shelter, "I have a large bottle of gin cunningly concealed about my person..."

Harvest Festival was almost upon them and once again the Vicar was having a preparatory tug in the vegetable garden...