'When I finally stepped in, it was so cold I thought I might stop breathing. I pushed myself further, felt the icy chill determined not to be beaten. Finding an inner resolve, I submerged, my hair pooling like eel grass. When I resurfaced, I was renewed' #PSmith

Rereading an old favourite as my next book. Remember that the ‘P’ in Psmith is silent, as in Pshrimp! #CurrentlyReading #Bibliophile #Bookworm #Goodreads #Plum #Wodehouse #MasterOfMirth #Psmith #Blandings

I’m nearly done reading Psmith in the City by #Wodehouse. Very funny, and #Psmith is now on my “Board of Directors”. He’s a bit like a male version of Lucia (of #MappAndLucia).