Book Description
to his flock in the sleepy little Suffolk village of Lower South-Borough.
Unfortunately, due to his fondness for the traditional pastime of bowling
he has been roped into participating in their daily trials and
tribulations.
Apart from the fact he owns a rather disturbed moggie, has an aversion to
lawnmowers and is always in the wrong place at the wrong time, he still
maintains his sanity and a semblance of order.
Well, that was at least until now.
Having survived the mayhem of the summer season Percy once again gathers
his temperamental, flirtatious and potentially insane parishioners as they
make plans for Winter.
But pursuits of passion, the love of one-upmanship, playful shenanigans and
sheer ribaldry systematically reduce all previously arranged and well
organized plans to total chaos.
There's no denying the fact that here indeed is a club with some
extra-ordinary people, and yes indeed, even one or two who might even be
able to play the game.
