A dilemma

George wants to come for Christmas. He offered to bring a bird. I assumed he meant a turkey - and told him where to stuff it.
He reminded me, however, that he has my library books, which are several weeks overdue; the fine is mounting by the day.

But more important (to me), the drains are blocked, and there is a nasty smell in the scullery which is gradually pervading the rest of the house.
Naturally, I cannot ask young Sydney to investigate - he is far too delicate a boy. So I may end up by letting George into my house again.

The vicar called this morning but he is not a rodding- type of man.

I am in a quandary

Georgina