What ho, old pals! Spiffing day for it, don’t you think? I was sitting in Aunt Agatha’s morning room one afternoon partaking in a splendiforous afternoon tea, which as you will have guessed is most certainly the best time of day for such things, when a thought hit me sideways across the old barnet. Jeeves would know if that’s the correct word as he’s the true wordsmith, I’m just a humble Wooster, from a long line of humble Woosters all the way back to William the Conqueror, or so I’m led to believe.
In any case Jeeves has been getting his gander up about quiche of all things. I said there are more important things in the world, but he wouldn’t have it, and demanded in an officious manner what indeed is more important ! That man is getting above is station, I will have to give him a good talking to one of these days, and let him go his own way. Anyway, he spluttered words in my direction that I could hardly comprehend.
“Coronation Quiche, my lordship!”
Quiche! Quiche! What has got into the man? He should concern himself with women’s rights, white privilege, and saving the planet because as we all know they are the most important concerns of our time. If we just run around shouting about quiche, and to top it off Coronation Quiche at that, the world will go up in smoke far quicker than Aunt Agatha’s yearly stipend.
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