And on we go!
Claudette passed the vicarage as Reverend Pritchard was wrestling with the annual problem of how to make an Easter Sunday sermon sound new and fresh. He tapped his pen against his teeth in the way that irritated his wife more than most of his little habits. She rattled the teacup and saucer as she placed it on his desk and twitched the curtains as Claudette walked away.
“I’ve never seen a skirt like that in Laverage! Most unsuitable for a Tuesday, if you ask me.”
Sadly for Ada Pritchard, on matters of fashion, nobody was likely to ask her, least of all the vicar. Joseph Pritchard dipped his pen in his tea and carried on wrestling with the scriptures.
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