I marmaladed a slice of toast with something of a flourish and I don't suppose I have ever come much closer to saying 'Tra la la' as I did the lathering for I was feeling in mid season form this morning.
P. G. WodehouseThis was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.
P. G. WodehouseI donโt know if you have had the same experience, but the snag I always come up against when Iโm telling a story is this dashed difficult problem of where to begin it.
P. G. Wodehouse