78% of the book.  Are we weighing it like a greedy greengrocer, like a peckish Greg Wallace? Answer: yes. It's been a long journey and finally through the mist we spot the hound.

A dachshund, a tiny but loveable fur-baby? No, it's Stapleton's luminous chunkiferous fur-baby!  He's finally arrived on the scene, through the fog as Inspector Lestrade with great pluck hurls himself face down into the mire in a blue funk.

Plus a little bit on Extinction Rebellion and vegan superglue, Dame Emu Thompson and Sophie. Of course I'll be 'offsetting my carbon' when I fly off to the Maldives for an... audition?

Now at the denouement.  Come on Lestrade, get up.