Piddington. Sleepy little Oxfordshire town. Population 358. Notice; there’s no ambiguity, no vagary, nothing in doubt. When old Mr Barclay eventually dies, it’ll be 357 and when young Mary-Ellen gives birth in February it’ll either go back to 358 or temporarily reach 359!!! until Barclay gives up the fight. They’re almost tempted to revise the – Read More-







