Dearest Gentle Reader, this Wednesday brings democracy to the doorstep, a Princess bound for Italy, and thirty lorries operating under cover of darkness in the Essex countryside. This Author has questions about all three - and the answers are, as ever, more diverting than one might expect.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Monday brings a dismissal so abrupt the departed gentleman had already promised to return, a financial reckoning seventeen years in the making, and diplomatic unpleasantness between old adversaries that grows more tedious by the expulsion. This Author has studied the day's affairs most carefully - and finds, as ever, that the truth is more diverting than any fiction.

Dearest Gentle Reader, This Author finds herself besieged on all sides this day by whispers of missiles gone astray, a vanished Duchess whom all of America wishes to question under oath, and a governing party that cannot seem to agree upon a single thing whilst the world burns around it. Add to this celestial fireworks and a contagion in Kent, and one begins to wonder whether Saturday itself has taken leave of its senses.