It all started last night at about two o'clock. I was tucked into bed having this absolutely scrummy dream about ponies when I was wakened by a terrific banging from Lord Melchett. Well! I never knew he had it in him. It's true, I promise! He was banging on the castle gate, falling over, and singing a strange song about a girl who possessed something called a...dicky-di-do? Oh, yes, it's a lovely old hymn, isn't it.