by P.G. Wodehouse (born 15 October 1881)
Blandings stands as ever, bathed in fragrant and gentle summer. Love shimmers, skulduggery lurks. Lord Emsworth desperately attempts to escape the efficient Baxter and the place seems rife with poets doing poems. Then, of course, someone steals that necklace...
(Repeated: Mon 3.2 pm) (Caroline Langrishe and David Troughton are National Theatre players)