Filthy Rich

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"When Mary meets gorgeous Monty, blue-eyed heir to a stately pile, romantic bliss seems assured. But after the roof falls in and the pictures are flogged, happiness is as thin on the ground as the worn-out carpet. Beth exchanges the delis and designer shops of Holland Park for simple weekends at the bijou country cottage her banker husband's bonus has just bought. They only offered a little over the asking price--so why don't the locals like them? Uber-WAG Alexandra needs a country mansion--fast. Her footballer boyfriend is being transferred and time is running out. There must be a Hello! - tastic pile of spa, gym, pool, champagne bar and underground parking for five four-wheel drives somewhere? Morag is the terror of the village. She's an intefering eco-boot, a Stalin against the slug pellets, who wears hemp trousers and makes her own untra-high-bran version of Weetabix. Ambitions clash when the village launches an allotment project. Morag wants to plough hers with a horse; Beth buys a gleaming mini-tractor; Alexandra arrives with Channel spade and accompanying film crew, while Mary endures the advice of the local champion vegetable-grower. All this is tense enough. But when the whole village becomes dramatically embroiled in a battle struggle over sex, power and money, it threatens to blight more than everyone's carrots."--Back cover.