Only recently we had 'The Bonking Bishop of Brentwood' (not in my village, but a suitably 'local' scandal nonetheless) who as well as carrying on with a local Mum, was embezzeling church funds - it was one of those evangelical churches where they expect blind people to see, and people in wheelchairs to get up and dance in praise of Lord Jesus though - they sent him home in disgrace.

Now see, if I can be Miss Whippy in the local village scandal, I can also blackmail the local crooked Councillors and Bishops! That was another part of the thickening 'plot' with my carpenter friend, for my secret subversive role in quintessential English village life...