The Revered Septimius Sidebottom had had enough, he left the vicarage in a huff. His plans were in ruin thanks to Mrs McDuffy. Not only had she saddled him with twenty years worth of candles, now she had gone and ordered iron stone. Ok she had meant to order a new iron, so she could continue pressing his vestments and altar linen. But what had been delivered was a chunk, ‘nay’ a huge boulder of iron slag. Instead of sitting at his desk writing a book about Emperor Septimius Severus, he now had to take Mrs McDuffy to the opticians.