"Jeeves, a regular w. and s., please!", shouted out Mr. Wooster. I ushered myself into the kitchen to make the required. Mr. Wooster, it seemed, was a trifle disturbed about his friend Gussie Fink-Nottle. As i reached out my hand towards Mr Wooster's glass, I went over all of 's bally blokes and their styles- silk shirts for supper! Ugh! NO style sense! Only if I were Mr. Wooster's friend... but I can't take a liberty.
The w. and s. was ready. I set it on the tray and set the tray on the same table as I would set it on any day.
I thought-
Mr Wooster would say "Jeeves!" and I would reply "Yes, sir" because I believe in being on the grassier side. ( However, don't tell Mr. Wooster as he would say that the grass is always greener on the other side). Yes, back there. Wooster continues- "Jeeves, this is so bally monotonous. You bring the same bally glass on the same bally tray and place it on the same bally table. So hypo... whats the word?
"Hypnotizing, sir" "Yes! That is it"
He would then see me glide out of the room to rather unfortunately come back with news of Either Gussie Fink-Nottle or Aunt Agatha. However, I am fond of Mr. Wooster.
PONDERING OVER!
Mr. Wooster came down from the bath and gulped down the drink. "Refreshing, Jeeves but bally monotonous. Another time, try another booster on me."Yes, sir."
Time flies so quickly when you sit on the bench of thoughts. But my life is eventful, perfect for my brain. Don't mind my boasting for I am Jeeves and I work for Mr. Bertnam wooster