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You're listening to Monday's episode of The Archers from BBC Radio 4.

Music Oh, I don't believe it. Susan's disappeared again.

She'll be looking for whatever Barry asked for, won't she?

How much stock can she keep in the village hall? I mean, how does she know what people want to buy?

Jacob, will you stop stressing about Susan's stock? My point is, will she even have any coffee?

What if it's kept somewhere else? Alistair says Jim's place is full of soups and dried pasta.

When we get to the front of the queue, we'll ask. It can't be easy running the shop from here. I cannot believe all these people find time to sit around and knit. Why not? Most of them are retired. They might as well have a lovely chat with their friends in the village hall. It's more sociable than knitting at home. I don't think I'd be any good at being retired. No, you'd be absolutely useless. Hopefully I won't live that long. Oh, Jacob, will you stop? The rewilding office needs coffee, so I want to take some with us to Kirsty's house. It'll save her or Rex waiting here. So we have to wait here instead? Kate, I've only got half an hour for lunch and if you

insist on me looking round Willow Far. Well, you can't exactly move in without seeing it. Anyway, Denise said

you've got an hour. There were the scans and reports to go through. If Denise said an hour, then it's an hour.

I, uh, hey. Oh, Stella, good to see you. This is the queue for the shop? I'm starting to wonder. We haven't moved an inch in ten minutes. Oh, shush! How did you get on with dad yesterday? I couldn't bring myself to go back to his foul mood, so I stayed at Jacobs. Yeah, good decision. That bad? Much, much worse. He is impossible. He was being downright rude to me yesterday. You should have heard him and Justin. Well, you'll be glad to hear he's going away with Miranda for the week. Is he? She's whisking him off to the Cotswolds as we speak. So let's hope she can calm him down. Brave woman. I didn't mention he was going away. She said they decided this morning,

so I have blossom hill to myself for seven whole days,

which will be absolute bliss.

Were you still hoping to change his mind about the harvest?

No, no, I suppose not.

Once Dad's decided something.

Oh, look, the queue's moving.

Finally.

Oh, good, the queue's moving. Finally. Oh, no, it stopped again.

And Thursday, there's a session about registering

with the Nursing and Midwifery Council.

Oh, I see.

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