I have scoured the newspapers, listened to every possible radio station, carefully examined each and every Albian rolling news channel(*) and am happy to be able to report that, thus far, there has not been a single mention of the Home Minister, his mistress or his disputed progeny. Whatever the cause of this miraculous deliverance can be ( it is rumoured that, to avoid any further embarrassments, the Prime Minister has ordered that Mr Loon should be held without charge in one of his own detention centres, under his own anti terror laws(**)) I feel this is a cause for celebration. As such, I hope you will forgive me if I sign off for the present and head to the nearest hostelry(***) for a small pick-me-up.
(*) which is to say both of them.
(**) making it entirely possible that he will never be seen again.
(***) in Albia the sun rises over the yardarm gratifyingly early.