Dearest Gentle Reader, this Sunday brings diplomatic collapse, five hundred arrests before the church bells have ceased ringing, and one very remarkable horse reminding us all what greatness looks like. This Author has barely had time to finish her third cup of tea before the world demanded comment, and she shall not disappoint.

Dearest Gentle Reader, This Author's teacup very nearly shattered upon the floor this morning, so breathless were the dispatches that arrived - one involving warships and a dragon that may yet breathe fire, another a most improbable party reaching for the atomic forge, and a third so delicious it simply must be read to be believed. Do not dare let this day pass uninformed.