Mr. Ross’s people were on the phone to Mr. Biggins today asking for the meat raffle ticket prices.
Mr. Biggins’ secretary assured them that it would be no more than a pound a book or 10p a ticket.
I think this is an indication of Jonathan’s commitment to the evening and a last minute no show is obviously not on the cards.
I didn’t even know Mr. Biggins had a secretary but Mrs. Flagg says he has if you count the hours Mrs. Dixon the widow from across the bridge spends in his store room with him.
I said I thought Mrs. Dixon was the cleaning lady.
This sent Mrs. Flagg into a sort of cackling hysteria as if I’d just told the funniest joke in the world.
She started winking and hopping about while lifting her dress above her knees with a knowing look.
I still haven’t managed to see Mr. Biggins lately.
He insists his office door is always open but only when he’s not there.
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