Dearest Gentle Reader, Monday has once again proved itself a day of peculiar contrasts - from a government agency that cannot count children correctly, to a machine that cannot identify an innocent man buying wine for a comedy evening. This Author has also a golden athletic triumph to report, and a drought so severe that sixty rainless days have passed in Surrey without so much as a drizzle. Read on, if you dare, for the full and rather remarkable picture.

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 delivers matters both grave and grotesque - a military academy harbouring secrets that demand a reckoning, a Cambridge professor who has chosen exit over explanation, and an undertaker who thought a letter might serve where twenty years behind bars had not. This Author has opinions on all of it, and is entirely unafraid to share them.