From a cobweb-shrouded gaggle of dronesome mapmakers, the Department has been transformed and enlarged into a network of spies, all answering directly to Mrs. Fletcher as they comb all of England's cities and countryside.

Her squawk came out in two distinct syllables, rather like the way I had been syllabificating “Rooo-beee!”

The specs are all correct, but the English in the instructions isn't as clear as it should be.

We have to get with the times or we'll be left behind.