Plot
With the same premise as Sykes and A..., unmarried twins Eric and Harriet (Hat) Sykes are now living at an end of terrace house, number 28, Sebastopol Terrace, East Acton, two doors down from their house in the previous programme. As before, Eric is childish and accident-prone while Hattie is patient. Their neighbour is the snobbish unmarried Charles Fulbright-Brown, and PC Corky Turnbull was the local policeman. Corky's wife is the unseen (except for one episode "Caravan" in which she appears with her face covered in porridge during a porridge fight between Corky and Eric) Elsie. (Deryck Guyler also played Corky's brother Wilfred Turnbull, a train attendant on the Glasgow to London sleeper train, in the episode 'Journey'). Following the death of Richard Wattis in 1975, a new neighbour Melody Rumbelow moves in. The local baker is the widowed Madge Kettlewell (Joan Sims), who appears occasionally, and who fancies Eric, (first seen in the episode 'Football'). Eric and Hattie were also the owners of a Cuckoo Clock, naming the very temperamental bird inside, Peter. Both spoke to it as if it were a real bird, and a great deal of comedy derived from the antagonistic and sarcastic ‘conversations’ between Eric and Peter.
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