606 - SALSA

Wooster was LAzing around in his bath but when he had finished and was getting ready for the day, he realised he'd run out of his nasal spray. "Hey Jeeves", he said, "Will you sally forth into the bally shops and head to that wally Tommy and get me some nasal spray." Jeeves was getting a bit fed up doing these menial errands, so he left a brief note, picked up his valid passport and sadly headed to Dover. Three weeks later a rather scruffy Wooster was talking with his chums and telling them how badly Jeeves had behaved. Meanwhile, Jeeves had made his way to Miami where he had fallen madly in love with Florence who he'd met in the salon whilst eating his tortillas and salsa.