Had a bit of time to rip through a Wodehouse before the next batch of library books came in. This one’s a collection of short stories that Brona found on sale in a doctor’s office; it was one of the few that we didn’t already have. It’s a pretty safe bet that I’ve read it before; certainly I’ve read at least some of the stories before. But that’s okay. It’s Wodehouse, after all, which means it’s automatically at least as worthwhile as anything else I might have been reading, no matter how many times I’ve read it before.