Yet again we have run out of bookshelf space. Not an uncommon occurrence, but one which prompts ever more pained discussions of ‘are you going to read this (again)?’…

I’ve explained to my best beloved that there’s a simple solution… Move to America and build a house with sufficient space for all our books (or as Kathryn pointed out, a house made entirely of bookshelves). This is perfectly acceptable to me, but Kathryn doesn’t think this solves the immediate crisis…