"A rather awkward situation, if you know what I mean..."
Bertie Wooster is in a positively radiant mood—which, as any seasoned observer will confirm, is exactly when things begin to go wrong in earnest. This time, the trouble involves a fearsome nerve specialist, a hopeless misunderstanding about cats, and a luncheon that threatens to seriously complicate Bertie's life as a free and easy gentleman about town.
In Sir Roderick Comes to Lunch, the usual order of things—logic, confidence, and common sense—quietly excuses itself from the room. What remains is a trail of elegant misunderstandings, impeccable English, and the unmistakable scent of a very polite disaster in the making.
While Bertie flounders under Sir Roderick's steely gaze, the incomparable Jeeves is already several moves ahead. It is a masterclass in the delicate art of surviving high society while appearing completely untroubled by it.
A sparkling example of P.G. Wodehouse at his finest: light, elegant, and irresistibly funny. The perfect companion for a spring morning in Mayfair.
In short: lunch is served. Reason is optional.
