A vicar's lot is not an easy one, especially when your parish is St Gargoyle's, where anything might happen and almost always does. As if the arcane ways of parish existence were not trouble enough, local church life is made more colourful still by exploding thuribles, accident prone funeral directors, eighty-five year old temptresses lying in wait with the sherry for the vicar's visit, and the risk of permanent physical damage at Peedle Parva's midweek...