Dearest Gentle Reader, this Sunday brings a royal tour into peril, a prime minister musing aloud on the unmentionable, and a letter sent to a hospital bed in the Philippines that closes a door - and opens a very great many questions. This Author has read every dispatch with widened eyes and a steadied hand, and invites you to do the same.

Breakfasting this morning, This Author paused over her kedgeree to read of a Bradford solicitor who had devised a scheme so brazen, so magnificently impudent, that one’s toast went quite cold in admiration before the…

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Sunday has served up a tiger, a taskforce, and a King's most pointed warning - and that is merely where matters begin. The skies blazed with celestial colour whilst the corridors of power grappled with questions of justice, immunity, and the perennial English terror of an impending winter. Read on, if you dare face the full picture.