Dearest Gentle Reader, this Sunday brings a transatlantic telephone call of splendid bluntness, a defence plan as absent as good sense in certain quarters, and a kebab scandal so audacious it deserves its own chapter in the annals of culinary deception. Plus - a royal wedding to restore one's faith in the possibility of a happy ending, if one can only get past the fraudulent mutton first.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Author writes to you from beneath a sun so unseasonably ferocious that the very social calendar has begun to wilt. His Majesty the King has been spotted laughing at a replica crown - and that is merely the most dignified item in today's dispatch. A politician campaigning against unsafe streets whilst harbouring a rather personal relationship with a criminal conviction is a detail that deserves your fullest attention.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Monday has delivered rather more than the customary post-bank-holiday tedium - there is a loan of breathtaking proportions, a medical miracle measured in minutes, and an act of heroism involving a shopping trolley that this Author considers the bravest thing she has encountered all year. There is also a royal announcement of the most welcome kind, and an explosion in Bristol that has so far declined to explain itself.