James Everett

We began this very grumpy week in Ambridge with Brian being breathtakingly arrogant and making George feel bad for wanting the money he was promised in exchange for his silence.

I don't have two grand in my wallet, you know.

Yes, but you do actually have two grand, which none of the grundies do, you pompous git.

Does he have any idea of the trouble he'd be in if George blew the gaff?

Not just with the police, but with his own family.

That's got to be worth two thousand quid of anybody's money.

And then Brian wrote him a cheque.

Have they never read a 1920s murder mystery?

You don't leave a sodding paper trail.

You pay in cash.

Ruth was even grumpier than normal as she was being asked to look after Carol Toboggan, which I must concede is a bit of a cheek on Anna's behalf.

Anyway, Leonard, as the pride of the merry widows of Ambridge, dashed over there to stick his oar and anything else he could grab hold of in.

His visit to Carol served two purposes as he bought flapjacks with him, which meant they were out of Jill's reach should she get a bit tetchy about something.

Turns out she has bats in the belfry, which I think anyone who has spent more than 10 minutes with her could have ascertained, frankly.

As Anna is profoundly anti-bat, Carol is naturally pro-bat.

Anna has no idea how to deal with her mother.

If she'd wanted to get shot at the bat, she should have announced that she'd joined a bat conservation group and was thinking of marrying one.

Carol would have been in the attic with an air gun in a trice.

Anna bumped into Azra in the tea rooms.

Natasha introduced them, and before they knew where they were, Anna was ordering a cappuccino while describing her work situation and financial status to a woman she'd only just met.