Compo has passed away and Holmfirth doesn't seem, quite the same without his abiding presence.
In sifting through his effects Norman Clegg, happened upon a letter from a long lost relative.
The Holmfirth grapevine works as effectively as ever, with the word spreading like the proverbial wildfire.
No one especially the towns old biddies can possibly believe a word of it, and their curiosity got the better of them.
Considering what little time any of them had for him whilst he was alive, they were all over him like a rash when he actually appeared.
The prodigal relative doesn't exactly travel light, but exactly how does Mrs Avery fit into his story? And Babs who the heck is she?
In sifting through his effects Norman Clegg, happened upon a letter from a long lost relative.
The Holmfirth grapevine works as effectively as ever, with the word spreading like the proverbial wildfire.
No one especially the towns old biddies can possibly believe a word of it, and their curiosity got the better of them.
Considering what little time any of them had for him whilst he was alive, they were all over him like a rash when he actually appeared.
The prodigal relative doesn't exactly travel light, but exactly how does Mrs Avery fit into his story? And Babs who the heck is she?