Amelia is sent well wishes by listeners in their kitchens, we catch Rufus Wainwright in his pyjamas, and we (of course) show the ferret to the egg.

I'm not crying - you're crying! The final Amelia's Secret is somehow even more self-indulgent than usual.

The Second to Last Ever Amelia's Secret. Hope you like radio-plays.

The Third to Final Amelia's Secret. The Countdown has Begun.

We get a side hustle flipping shells, things get pretty blue, and Amelia takes us all to church.

In which we are all tragic women, we contemplate the 'artistic temperament', and we experience a past life where we were a cheeky cockney urchin boy.

Trains, trains, trains! Wow, I hope you like trains because each and every song this week is about a train (or trains). It's trains all the way down!

In which we spread some attrocious rumours about Libras, we get awkward about goodbyes, and Amelia recieves another mysterious telephone call.

In which Amelia attempts to communicate her perculiar emotion state, forgets entirely what a normal edition of this show is meant to sound like, and ends up performing a strange springtime seance in honour of the moon (off mic).

In which we look to the past for a vision of the future, we pine for macrame, and God teaches us to dance.