I’m torn between saying ‘Hell, I’m not getting anything done’ and ‘Today has started slowly.’ But I did run four miles this morning and driven into Chipping Norton so it's not all that bad. And and and: I did read another excellent P.G. Wodehouse story called Mulliner’s Buck-U-Uppo and it was just as dazzling as The Spot of Art. This one’s about a ‘very young and extremely pale’ curate called Augustine, and to add to that description, a rather sickly and meek curate at that. His superior, the Reverend Stanley Brandon, is a tempestuous former boxer and a big personality. Augustine happens to be in love with his daughter and the feeling’s mutual. That’s the set up and the story doesn’t let the reader down. The Bishop, whom the Reverend has known since school, is due to visit to give his former classmate a dressing down over the excessive embroidery on his cloak. Stanley Brandon is gearing up for a terrific argument with his superior. ...