The problems of Pledge's Purer Pickles must take second place; for each of it's co-owners is hearing wedding bells. But when the Pledge's enter the Matrimonial Stakes they inevitably fail to come under starter's orders.

Fourteen days holiday in sunny Spain for 10p all in! It sounds too good to be true. And it is…

A tiff in a launderette, under Nellie's gentle touch, bids fair to becoming a national crisis.

The Pledge's consult an industrial efficiency expert in a bid to improve production at the pickle factory. When the workers come out on strike in protest, it is left to Nellie and Eli to keep the pickles flowing.

When Nellie chases Eli out of the ancestral home, Lily and Walter come to stay…And stay…

Can dandelion leaves picked at the time of the full moon really win for Pledge's Purer Pickles the coveted Golden Gherkin? Nellie's wonder ingredient lands her greatest rival, Arnold Guttersby, in a real pickle.

The long arm of the law reaches out for Eli from the distant past; but, with Nellie in court, all is set for the Law to get it's knuckles rapped.

Nellie, Eli, Lilly and Walter play a game of Snakes and Ladders and reminisce about a childhood Christmas.

Romance goose-steps back into Nellie's life with the sudden appearance of Siegfried, a one-time German prisoner of war whom the Pledge's befriended back around 27 years ago. Trouble-shooter Siegfried invades Pledge's Purer Pickles and for Nellie it is the Battle of the Bulge all over again.

Down-trodden Walter has never really enjoyed good health; in fact he's never really enjoyed anything. And when the Grim Reaper finally swings his scythe it's no good ducking - even if you've got the energy. In the Pledge's best bedroom - the one with the posh lampshade - he is sinking fast. The problem for the Pledge's is to get him to make a will before he goes under for the third time.

Eli thinks his holiday is going to be filled with birds and booze. He doesn't know that Nellie has booked a holiday at a farm - a health farm!

The elixir of youth - an old wives' tale or a racing certainty? Well, if it worked for Stan…

Nellie and Eli suspect that Lily's interest in the new coalman is much more inflammable than his wares. Where there is so much smoke, they reason, there must be fire - especially in a smokeless zone!

A little late love for Nellie - but was it worth keeping the home fires burning?

Eli Pledge is a drinking man; most of his adult life has been one long lost weekend. One momentous morning, suffering from a size nine-and-a-half hangover, he goes teetotal. Lips that have touched liquor will never touch his…But then the withdrawl symptoms begin.

Eli is showing an unusual amount of brotherly love - but can it really be just because it's Nellie's birthday? And is the Starlight Roof, Colne, the ideal place for a quite birthday treat?

Nellie Pledge is nobody's idea of a flighty piece, but one fine morning when Eli rolls home after yet another night on the tiles she decides that there must be more to life than bed and work. She wouldn't flit, would she? ""I'd flaming flit in a flipping flash"" threatens Nellie - and she does. But her new life as a bed-sit girl brings it's own peculiar problems...

There is to be a royal visit and the Pledge's are in a right pickle. Nellie has new overalls made, the picklers have hats which keep falling off and flags are raised to mark the splendid occasion. The whole factory is keyed up for the pending visit, but there's a surprise in store…

If you go a funny colour, lie low; it's all in the mind. They can cure anything these days.

Labour relations have always been good at Pledge's Purer Pickles; the last strike there was solved quite happily when Winston Churchill ordered the troops in. Demarcation disputes are unknown; cauliflower cutters get the same piece-work rates as gherkin girls, and the beetroot-boilers are totally happy with their two shillings a week danger money. Fringe benefits are good. You can take home as many misshapen pickled onions as you can carry. So why is there the smell of revolution in the air?

Hard times arrive at Pledge's Purer Pickles when a pirate pickler undercuts their prices. It's like the Depression all over again and Nellie and Eli face the possibility of having to dispose of some of the family heirlooms like Stan and his cart-horse Storm. But will it come to that? Can the graph of gherkin sales be made to rise again?

When love walks into Nellie Pledge's life it is a safe bet that Eli Pledge is holding the door open with his foot. Romance comes to Nellie in the shape of a self-made tycoon with one eye for a pretty face and the other for a quick profit, and the quickest way to Nellie's heart is inevitably through Eli's pocket.

Burglars never worry Eli Pledge. He knows there's nothing worth pinching in the house. Why, then, do they worry Nellie? Has she something to hide?

The festive season is upon us…And for the stalwarts of Pledge's Purer Pickles, there's high drama and low farce 'mid the tinsel and the turkey when Eli becomes an impresario. He tries to double the picklers' Christmas party money by sinking it into a pantomime production. ""Stinking"" seems the right word when the cast walks out and Nellie has to take over the part of Cinderella. She tells Eli: ""If there's no money, them picklers will have your ear'ole for an ashtray"". And it's as well that Christmas comes but once a year - for Nellie can't remember the script…

Harry Hampton comes to town. Eli owes him £25 but can't pay up, so, as Harry has nowhere to stay, he invites him home. So far so good. But Harry is a real Don Juan, and when he and Nellie are seen in a ""compromising position"" on the sofa, word gets around the pickling factory that Nellie must have ""something"" if Harry fancies her. And all the men start chasing her…Nellie, of course, is flattered, and starts living up to her reputation.