Maybe you shouldn’t blame the dry cleaners. I think I know what happened to your suit. Was it a sweet, sickly, musky kind of odour? Repellent but not rancid? Rank but not acidic?

Difficult to wash out, etc, etc.

The answer is: the Minion pissed on it!!!!!!!!!

If it was left flat in Tan’s old room, the mystery is solved. She pissed on our duvet in there and sundry other things.

She’s now an outdoor cat.

We found this in the kitchen. I feel I ought to know what it is.

Nonsense. It is our heroic captain who should be saluted for steering our boys to a sterling victory against all the odds.

This is the recipe for the brownies we’ll be celebrating your birthday with. Cheers!

Where’s the Japanese timeline?