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Jeeves And The Rummy Affair At Cruxton

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He's about to get demerits while trying extremely hard not to get demerits. This is better than football. Look, can we make bets on how soon an inadvertent remark from Wragg is going to result in a solid 5 from Barb? I give him about 5 to 1 against at this point. :confused::doh::devil:
Thanks for that vote of confidence, Jolly :rolleyes:

Hoping to better 24 hours, which is my record so far :rolleyes:
 
“Not at the moment, sir, no. Will there be anything else?”

“Well, yes, as a matter of fact there is, Jeeves. Pack the bags, we’re going to Cruxton!”

“I regret to inform you, sir, that I am unable to accompany you. I have a dental appointment in the morning
Your take on Jeeves has always been close to perfect. :clapping:
I look forward to seeing how Aunt Eulalia aquits herself. Fond of coffee, is she? :confused:;)
 
I smiled as I looked forward to receiving Jeeves’ approbation when he realised that he hadn’t quite cornered the market in decent schemes.
Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men have a funny habit of going..............:rolleyes:
One really doesn't want to side with Barb, even the Barb of stories past, but are you entirely sure this hard line with regard to Jeeves is the best idea. I mean, Bertie, I realise this is before our acquaintance, but Jeeves has always been ranked as most likely to solve world hunger and peace between Liverpool and Everton, while (and I say this as a friend) you have difficulty with bedclothes.

Anyway, you know I'm on your side. It is six jolly nice girls, after all.
 
Barb solved the problem. She took one look at me, and screamed. “NOOOO!!! STOP!!!!! GO AWAY!!!! THRASH ME, CLAMP MY NIPPLES, GIVE ME ELECTRIC SHOCKS, DO WHAT YOU LIKE TO ME, BUT GET THAT JACKET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!! I CAN’T STAND IT!!!!”

Barb had what is known as a carrying voice.

Making me out to be nothing but a loudmouth...geeeze....:spank:
One demerit? I note there has been some inflation in recent times. :rolleyes::devil:
 
The six girls were there already. This time they were at least dressed, all in Lycra with cycle helmets and reflective goggles. I could barely tell one from the other except that they had their surnames emblazoned across their backs in capital letters, underneath the TEAM CA logo.

I didn’t have any lycra, or any goggles. I buttoned up my jacket against the wind. I snuggled into the line between TWISTLETON and LITTLE.
Tight LITTLE? ;)
 
“Oh, and Jeeves?”

“Sir?”

“That new sports jacket…..”

“Sir?”

“Throw it away, give it to the poor, do what you like with it.”

“Thank you, sir. The council refuse collectors took it away while you were in your bath.”
On form ending to a ripping good yarn, P.G. Wragg! Very glad it was drawn to my belated attention. And a splendid cameo by Connie/Erin, coming to the rescue.
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