P.G. Wodehouse with his wife Ethel
The Pekingese notwithstanding, I have been a rabid fan of P.G. Wodehouse since I was a youngster. In one of his most epic Jeeves/Wooster romps, The Code Of The Woosters, Bertie finds himself a guest at a posh country home, in a bedroom where the mantel is festooned […]
Summer is probably really over. All kinds of summery things like swimming and lolling around, or at least the potential to loll, are all done with. It’s misty and cool in the morning and evening and the basil looks all done in. But there are some matters of summer still to be dealt with.
My daughters are each in their own way quite practical, especially when it comes to worrying, which—and I don’t mean to toot my own horn here at all–I raise to Olympic levels. They take after their father more in this regard, mercifully, being much more judicious in terms of what they worry over or […]