That last Tweet will explain all, about why he is camping out in Donna’s garden currently, and why she’s running out of silky undiewurs and T-shirts rapidly. It also explains why Mme. Soss. was frozen altogether, with the wind whipping around her, from the broken window, as she popped into Donna’s gaff, via the magic closet, to do a cult meeting, followed up by a fun round of Tarot readings. The window’s magically restored now, and Mme. Soss even managed to persuade Q into the house, to shill for her cult, during the stream, tempting him in from the garden with the offer of free food from my fridge, and he did something weird with time, on stepping inside; turning future to past, I think he called it, which meant a glazier didn’t have to be involved at all, luckily. They spend far too much time chatting and scheming on that darn Q phone, that pair, if you ask me, but at least they managed to put things back as they found them. Except, obviously, the food in the fridge, and the undiewurs. Still mystified? All will become clearer, in this week’s Podcast. There are (Y)eats, too.