NOSTALGIA

One of the exhibits in the museum was a collection of old-fashioned gas-stoves, and Wilson became dewy-eyed standing by one of them.

'This,' he said, 'is exactly like the stove my Mum, Mrs Vermilingua, had when I was a little cub!' He twiddled the Gas Regulo knob as he gazed into his past… 

'In an oven just like this, she'd produce enormous Ant Lasagnes and Rock Buns for the whole family,' he reflected dreamily. 

'No-one,' he continued, 'no-one in the whole world could burn the bottom out of a saucepan like Mrs V…'