It's Wodehouse - but now you've got me thinking that someone (I'm not volunteering!) should write a crossover fic with Jane Austen's Emma Woodhouse. It's very similar territory in some ways - matchmaking, misunderstandings, schemes of all kinds, going on among the gentry in a country village. Emma thinks she's Jeeves of course, but discovers she was Bertie Wooster all along.

Thanks for putting me right. I tried a couple of permutations and neither looked quite right.

As I said, I'm not fond. That's my excuse for not knowing how he spelled his name.

Tom Robbins would turn it into more
with a wee bit of a twist or noel gaimon
but i think you did fine,

did you look in her pockets?
with my luck it would not be all the places i looked
but in her pockets the whole time,
or the robe she took off hanging on the door...

poor little hamsters might be feeling the air pressure change
dr oz says when weather pressure drops the tissues swells
and that's where the pain comes from...
maybe they need that condroiton stuff

i talk to me all the time
like when i see head lights on the right of the road
when they should deb to the left at night-
it just looks like they'll cross my lane off traffic
just means there a curve a head
and the road will straighten out
but at first glance its a oh beggar moment.

hope you found em now

Ailz found the hearing aid. It was on the floor. Ailz is very good at finding things.

dad lost his hearing aid in the hospital
they didn't think it important when
we scoured the room
but in the end they did find it
probably got washed

stupid thing neither the hospital or rehab home
had a clue on how to clean the dang things

glad AilZ found it. sigh of relief.