Nigel the curate
Had Nigel the curate and his wife, Rilla, over to supper last night. "Come at six thirty," I blithely said, "so that we can eat at seven." But this was Nigel, so at twenty-past six we got a call. "What time did you say? Oh! Well, it may be nearer to seven than six-thirty." So there we sat. The clock... Sign in to see full entry.