More from the mind of Bertie Wooster:
“If there’s one thing I like it’s a quiet life. I’m not one of those fellows who get all restless and depressed if things aren’t happening to them all the time. You can’t make it too placid for me. Give me regular meals, a good show with decent music every now and then, and one or two pals to totter round with, and I ask no more.”
“It was one of those things that want doing quickly or not at all. I shut my eyes and pushed. Something seemed to give. There was a scrambling sound, a kind of yelp, a scream in the offing, and a splash. And so the long day wore on, so to speak.”
This collage hasn’t moved much since the first stop, and I’m getting impatient—not with the collage of course.
So now it’s moving, but looking much worse.
Later the same day. Even worse.