So, we have a bit of a Wodehouse problem...

 

Sorry about the flash.

But, really. It's silliness unchained.

There are like, five copies of Leave it to Psmith.

Yes, the new bookshelves are done.

And they are already almost full.

And we are already planning more.

Because we hardly made a dent in what's downstairs, let alone up in the attic. Oog.