A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life

An insight into Dibley-ish-ness.  The vicar, whom I usually meet at her smallest church for morning prayer on a Wednesday left a message on my answerphone to say she couldn't get, but if I wanted to go up and pray anyway the key is under the beehive, or if I couldn't spot it to ask the farmer's wife.... Only in Dibley!