[Open Thread]
It is a crisp November morning in London. The trees rustle with the faint wind as the foot traffic in the streets below shuffle along - it is otherwise pleasantly still in the world. The sun is shining through a thin veil of pale grey clouds.
The bedside clock ticks to precisely quarter past ten when Jeeves enters the young master's bedroom with the tea tray. Added to the usual arrangement is a glass of restorative, just beside the cup of immaculately-prepared Earl Grey; Mr. Wooster had something of a late evening last night, Jeeves is given to understand, with some of his associates from the Drones Club.
"Good morning, sir."
The bedside clock ticks to precisely quarter past ten when Jeeves enters the young master's bedroom with the tea tray. Added to the usual arrangement is a glass of restorative, just beside the cup of immaculately-prepared Earl Grey; Mr. Wooster had something of a late evening last night, Jeeves is given to understand, with some of his associates from the Drones Club.
"Good morning, sir."