Dearest Gentle Reader, this Saturday brings dispatches of such weight and variety that This Author scarcely knew whether to reach for her smelling salts or her atlas - for the Southern Kingdom appears to be burning, flooding, and derailing itself simultaneously. A man of great promise is mourned, a nation holds its breath against the spark, and one of the Kingdom's grandest air terminals appears to have developed an alarming relationship with its own plumbing. Read on, if you dare.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Thursday brings a celestial spectacle, a ballot paper the length of a dining table, and an economy that grows on sunshine and football - but stumbles on sewerage. This Author has much to impart, and very little of it will leave you feeling entirely reassured about the state of the nation.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Wednesday delivers a trinity of disquiet - a prison system creaking at its seams, a monster who walked free whilst those who should have stopped him looked elsewhere, and a Kingdom slowly roasting under skies that have quite forgotten their manners. This Author has read the dispatches, set down her pen twice in agitation, and resolved that you must read every word. Prepare yourself accordingly.