His lupin patch. There’s no competing with that.
Working in the garden this morning while the farmer was spreading manure over the adjoining field: good for my microbiome or great?
To ensure my TBR list is truly unmanageable, I recently set a goal of reading all Wodehouse’s works in order of publication and…oh boy. Dude was prolific. This is going to take a while.
Wodehouse’s first novel was The Pothunters, published in the UK in 1902. Thank goodness for Project Gutenberg because I don’t think I’d have had a prayer of finding it anywhere else.
There are flashes of the trademark Wodehouse wit and humour here, but this is definitely the work of a young writer who hasn’t yet mastered his craft. I enjoyed the glimpse of life at a British boys’ boarding school at the very beginning of the twentieth century, baffling though it is.
Recommended only for a Wodehouse super-fan.
Guilty as charged.
Granddog Evie has come to stay for the summer and it’s been fun having a small, furry character around who (1) likes having her picture taken and (2) doesn’t sleep twenty-three and a half hours out of every twenty-four.