"As she disappeared Pop reminded the Brigadier of how he had said Miss Pilchester was a splendid organizer and all that.
The Brigadier was more than kind: 'Well, in her own sweet way I suppose she is. Fact is, I suppose, she's the only one who can spare the time. Nobody else has the time.'
That was it. Nobody had the time. In the crushing, rushing pressure of modern life nobody, even in the country, had the time."
H.E. Bates, The Darling Buds of May (1958)














