The Prime Minister – who I still really want to believe is not a swine – is having a rough period. He’s facing questions about where the money for his apartment came from, while meanwhile his wife buys a house and pays cash for it, and it turns out he’s got two teams of Interior Ministry policemen working directly for him.

So what do the editors at Blesk tell us about today? Iveta Bartošová ate cake.

This is Number 119 in the Blesk Iveta Watch. (There have probably been more in there, which other bloggers in their pajamas are free to point out.)