Midsummer day, where another of our cast of characters will wake up to find that Puck has transformed them into our Prime Minister for the next year.

"Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down.
[...]
Lord, what fools these mortals be!"

A Happy Solstice to you all.

@davidallengreen I find myself repeating "Lord, what fools these mortals be" to myself quite a lot these days. Except it's not "fools". First letter c. Sounds like punts.