Status Updates From Love Among the Chickens

That a girl should look as pretty as that and at the same time have the rare intelligence to read Me . . . well, it seemed an almost superhuman combination of the excellencies.

Shrill cries echoed down the platform. Lost sheep, singly and in companies, rushed to and fro, peering eagerly into carriages in search for seats.

…sinking his voice to a whisper almost inaudible on the other side of the street…😆😆😆

There was the click of the latch. A volume of sound rushed up the stairs.

‘Is Mr Garnet in? Where is he? Show me the old horse. Where is the man of wrath? Exhibit the son of Belial.’

There followed a violent crashing on the stairs, shaking the house.

‘Garnet! Where are you, laddie? Garnet!! GARNET!!!!!’

Stanley Featherstone Ukridge was in my midst.
😂😂😂

Not loving this one like I usually love Wodehouse.