'Teetotal!' Ma said. 'It's a libel. He'll never live it down. He'll never be able to hold his head up again. Whatever will people think? What's he going to say when anybody asks him to have one?'
'No,' said Dr Conner.
'You'll have to strap him down,' Ma said. 'You'll have to put the handcuffs on.'
And so after a mild heart-attack - caused by rather too much of what you fancy - Pop Larkin finds himself off the booze, off the good food and off the good life generally, much to his own and everyone's else's horror and upset.
And while Ma tries to find ways around 'doctor's orders', young Primrose is finding her own way round a rather flustered - not to say flushed - Mr Candy ...
They are absolute comfort books . . . all five titles are being rereleased just in time for summer
Pop is as sexy, genial, generous, and boozy as ever. Ma is a worthy match for him in all these qualities
As funny as Evelyn Waugh and as enchanting as Laurie Lee's Cider with Rosie. Don't miss it
Pop Larkin, Ma and their progeny . . . are essentially English of the rich and ribald England of Chaucer and Shakespeare. A superb and timeless comedy
A wistful daydream about innocence and happiness
The high mid-summer pomps of tree and flower are evoked with gusto