A lovely book, just lovely; in fact, am smiling about it just writing this review from all the gentle humour in there from the master of understated classic English humour. The story is based in London, and particularly round the leafy suburb of Valley Fields, where life is green and friendly and sunny...or is it...??
After all, we have the two uppity, bad tempered swans called Egbert and Percy who give out bad vibes and looks; and a cloth-capped man with his son 'Erbert who take offence at Lord Hoddesdon's top hat as he saunters along trying to find the house 'Peacehaven' his son is hiding in (from his creditors)! As is always the way in Wodehouse suburbia, a small disagreement ends up with a full blown chase into a local house with Lord Hoddesdon losing said hat and taking shelter in someone else's house (said someone only just becoming aware that he has unwanted visitors, one of whom is about to lob a brick through his window, whilst the refugee is about to steal his hat...). There's an excellent quote at this point that made me laugh out loud and which is quite currently appropriate strangely: "It is ever the instinct of the proletariat, when excluded from any goal by a sheet of glass, to throw bricks."
A story like this, where you have the characters Biscuit, Ann Moon and Kitchie Valentine all getting engaged to two people at the same time and the normal lack of cash afflicting the main characters leading them to don terrible disguises; not forgetting the shady characters pulling off funny and underhanded stunts to get their hands on extra readies; whilst Berry Conway pretends to be a secret service agent to win the love of his life - a story like this is just the tops and reiterates how good Wodehouse was at his art of making people laugh. I loved it