Jeeves and Wooster : Carry on Jeeves

It is the only Jeeves story narrated from the perspective of Jeeves.[1] In the story, Jeeves becomes concerned after Bertie starts considering living with his sister and three nieces. He arranges for Bertie to speak to an audience of young girls.The story includes references to Bertie’s sister, Mrs. Scholfield; this is the only mention of Bertie having a sibling in the Jeeves canon.Find out morehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bertie_Changes_His_Mind

Bertie tries to reunite his friend Freddie Bullivant with Freddie's ex-fiancée, Elizabeth Vickers. To accomplish this, Bertie comes up with a scheme involving a child he saw Elizabeth playing with, though this scheme does not go as planned.Find out morehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fixing_it_for_Freddie

Bertie's forgetful friend Biffy loses the woman he loves after he forgets her surname and address. He asks Bertie for help when he inadvertently gets engaged to the formidable Honoria Glossop instead.Find out morehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rummy_Affair_of_Old_Biffy

A friend of Bertie, "Bicky" Bickersteth, gets into financial trouble in the story. Jeeves proposes a scheme to help Bicky that involves Bicky's uncle and a convention of men from Birdsburg,Find out more about this story herehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeeves_and_the_Hard-boiled_Egg

The artist Corky, a friend of Bertie's, wants to get approval from his uncle to marry his fiancée Muriel. To help Corky, Jeeves proposes a plan that involves books about American birds. Find out more about this story here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Artistic_Career_of_Corky

Armed with amateur dramatics training (which my drama teacher once described as “spirited, if nothing else”), a media production degree from the era when editing involved actual scissors, and a voice that suggests I was raised in a home where one could be grounded for mispronouncing “scone,” I find myself oddly well‑suited to narrating Jeeves and Wooster.My mother—who treated Hyacinth Bucket not as a sitcom character but as a personal mentor—ensured I grew up sounding like I’d swallowed a silver spoon and then apologised profusely for the inconvenience. Combine that with my lifelong talent for getting into mild social scrapes and you have someone practically engineered to guide listeners through Bertie’s misadventures, while wishing I had my own Jeeves to keep me from making a hash of things.