The gift of a departing Californian
Despite my threat to implement military rule at Wychfield and pass an executive Order for the Conservation of Excessively Cheerful Personalities, my flat is slowly dissolving. The Steamy Kitchen is no more.
Still, one of my neighbours left me her copy of “Jeeves and the Impending Doom”, with the following in the front:
To which all I could say was: “Aw, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said.”
“The fact that you’re the only person who’d think that is what makes it the perfect gift,” she laughed in reply.