I ran along Market Street past grand Georgian houses in pursuit of VE. When she ducked into Oxford Circus tube station I lost sight of her.  As I pondered what to do next, an old man and a blind woman approached me. The man handed me a ball of string for the purpose of tracing of my route through the underground. He also suggested that I seek sponsorship of my quest in order to raise money for the Royal British Legion. I eventually found VE waiting on a platform. She was still wearing one of the Hebridean hats that she had stolen from me.

Back at work it seemed that I was the only one who insisted on going naked. I could tell that AC disapproved. Even so, he helped me supervise the three little girls, including the deaf one: she was missing a right ear. It took a while before we realised that childcare was not our job. Shouldn’t pre-school children attend nursery, rather than university?