I was also able to buy a car. I bought a Renault Dauphine – the worst car ever made! You could travel safely at 35 miles an hour, but if you tried to up it to 40, the whole car would go flaznagel, and turn around in the road and do ape-like, childish things – terrifying! So I went down to the Isle of Wight in that, and the idea was I would bring the children up to Oxford. So I sold it on the spot and bought another car and brought the children up to Oxford and… to my little house in Marston Street.

Now, here if you don't mind, I want to go back a few years to that Christmas before World War II broke out when, as I've think I've said, the family took me for a final Christmas in Peterborough, to all my dear uncles and aunts, and my grandmother. And that was very nice. He drove us back to Gallstone, and as we went down Bernard Road, we were stopping the car and I could see our house, and on the door, attached were presents – obviously Christmas presents that they couldn't properly deliver, and so they'd tied them to the outside of the house. And one was wrapped more or less oblong and the other one was sort of like a short pole. And so I shouted from the back of the car, 'Oh, it's Buccaneer!' And my father, from the driving seat said, 'Well, don't be so stupid. How do you know what it is?'

But I did bloody well know what it was, because my sister and I had seen Buccaneer, a Waddington game, and maybe we had played it once or twice with friends. And so it naturally consisted of a box that contained the ships and cars and things, and, rolled up, the map of Treasure Island and the seas around it and the ports around the seas.

So, I was perfectly correct. And so, when we went into the house, I said, 'Oh good, yes, well here's Buccaneer'. And that's all I ever said, and my father said nothing.