‘Teetotal!’ Ma said. ‘It’s a libel. He’ll never live it down. He’ll never be able to hold his head up again. Whatever will people think? What’s he going to say when anybody asks him to have one?’
‘ “No,” ‘ said Dr Conner.
‘You’ll have to strap him down,’ Ma said. ‘You’ll have to put the handcuffs on.’
And so after a mild heart-attack – caused by rather too much of what you fancy – Pop Larkin finds himself off the booze, off the good food and off the good life generally, much to his own and everyone’s else’s horror and upset.
And while Ma tries to find ways around ‘doctor’s orders’, young Primrose is finding her own way round a rather flustered – not to say flushed – Mr Candy …
