Breakfast had been prepared by the kitchen maid, an indifferent performer who had used the scorched earth policy on the bacon again.

When news had reached me through well-informed channels that my Aunt Agatha for many years a widow, or derelict, as I believed it is called, was about to take …

The stationmaster's whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.

We exchanged a meaning glance. Or, rather, two meaning glances, I giving him one and he giving me the other.

The plans of mice, men and Maureen gang aft a cock-up.

You need to have the courage to say to your wife, get in there and make me some bean dip.

Of course, we're not going to have any more fresh ingredients because we're all out of hand grenades.