An affectionate look through rose-tinted spectacles of life as we knew it in 1952, in a small community of four houses up a 'yard' as they were called in a small town in the Black Country. This started life as a radio play for Dame Thora Hird but has now been expanded and re-written. We have a matriarch - as every yard did - Florrie Morgan, and her slightly hen-pecked husband, Frank. With the death of Ernie Bagnall - who the inept funeral directors, the brothers Bagshaw cannot get down the stairs they have to lower him out from the window - their daughter, Nelly, her husband and son move into the yard, where we meet Hannah Nicklin, who hides in the air raid shelter on rent days and according to Florrie is no better than she ought to be, and the landlord Obediah Finsbury something of a ladies man. We go on a charra trip to Rhyl, we spend Bonfire night and Christmas with them, we chase the pigs that have escaped and gone into the cemetery and we go to Hannah's wedding, to which due to the inevitable cock up by the Bagshaw brothers who not only do weddings but charra trips and wedding car hire Hannah has to travel to the church in Frank's motorbike and sidecar. She was lucky, her wedding dress was delivered to the Bagshaws and a shroud was delivered to her. Enoch Bagshaw suggested that since the wedding dress was six feet under wrapped around an eccentric retired school teacher, why didn't Florrie sew a bit of ribbon on the shroud.