My name is Mr Bread." He began writing his name neatly on the board. "But you can call me Peter."Suddenly there was quiet, as thirty little brains whirred."Pita Bread!" proclaimed a ginger-haired boy from the back.

In Britain, a cup of tea is the answer to every problem.Fallen off your bicycle? Nice cup of tea.Your house has been destroyed by a meteorite? Nice cup of tea and a biscuit.Your entire family has been eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex that has travelled through a space/time portal? Nice cup of tea and a piece of cake. Possibly a savoury option would be welcome here too, for example a Scotch egg or a sausage roll.

The Duchess looked at Chloe with a look that said, You had the chance to tell him, but you chose to carry on the lie.How do I know that the Duchess's look said this? Because there is an excellent book in my local library entitled One Thousand Doggy Expressions Explained by Professor L. Stone.I digress.

What I still don’t get though,” ventured John. “Is why you did it?”“Did what?”“Put that dress on in the first place.”“I don’t know really,” said Dennis, a puzzled look crossing his face. “I suppose it’s because it was fun.”“Fun?” said John.“Well you know when we were younger and we used to run around the garden pretending to be Daleks or Spiderman or whatever?”“Yeah.”“It felt like that. Like playing,” said Dennis confidently.