So there I was, sitting peacefully contemplating, no, not my navel, but the monetary state of the World, and the ratio of the good old British Pound, and the un-gold standard US Dollar, and I realised that years ago when I was a lowly Brit, a five shilling coin, a Crown, was only one Dollar in exchange. In fact we called it a Dollar. And then over night, the British Pound was de-valued and instead of Four, there were only two Dollars to the Pound. And where was Wendy when I needed her, or her Watch?
Now do not worry, just read all the stories in sequence, leave your worries behind you, and enjoy your trip to Fantasy Land in the hands of The Old Man with a Pen, a very fine Raconteur, if I say so myself! However, there ain't much sex here, alas! And I've given it the max for Plot, 'cos I haven't come across it yet,