David Griffin

At Christmastime, Hyacinth is trying to impress as usual. She manages to get her poor husband Richard into a Father Christmas outfit but then has to confront with a very drunken "Daddy" who is making passes at the churchgoers.

Much to Richard's horror, Hyacinth decides to make another attempt at finding a weekend country home. When a sudden problem involving Daddy demands Richard's attention, Hyacinth asks Elizabeth to help her find a suitable property.

Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced 'bouquet') goes to incredible lengths in her quest for perfection. Hers is a spick-and-span house. Her downtrodden husband, Richard, acts as chauffeur in their immaculately kept car. Their permanently absent son has a superior name, Sheridan. Even the empty milk bottles sparkle on the doorstep after their obligatory rinse in the dishwasher. In marked contrast to Hyacinth's meticulously ordered life, however, the rest of her family live together in a rundown house that looks like a junkyard. Sister Daisy and her husband, Onslow, are slobs. Her other sister, Rose, is an aging tart. And her elderly father is a lecherous drunk, who cycles stark-naked down by the canal, chasing the milkwoman. Will Hyacinth ever live down the disgrace of her family?

Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced 'bouquet') goes to incredible lengths in her quest for perfection. Hers is a spick-and-span house. Her downtrodden husband, Richard, acts as chauffeur in their immaculately kept car. Their permanently absent son has a superior name, Sheridan. Even the empty milk bottles sparkle on the doorstep after their obligatory rinse in the dishwasher. In marked contrast to Hyacinth's meticulously ordered life, however, the rest of her family live together in a rundown house that looks like a junkyard. Sister Daisy and her husband, Onslow, are slobs. Her other sister, Rose, is an aging tart. And her elderly father is a lecherous drunk, who cycles stark-naked down by the canal, chasing the milkwoman. Will Hyacinth ever live down the disgrace of her family?