Festive Road was as busy as ever. I was not in my house at number 52, instead, I was in the garden talking with some of my neighbours. We were discussing the relative merits of our lawns – surely my immediate neighbours grass was more green and lush than mine, I was saying. I decided to take a stroll in the park, and when I see a kite soaring up into the blue beyond, my mind turns to the possibilities of adventures in space.
It was just another ordinary day in Festive Road. My neighbours were looking at plants and children were chasing cats. I decided to go for a walk. I passed the pet shop and the florist and then I recognised the lane that lead to the costume shop. I stepped inside and wondered what would be in keeping with all the animals and plants I had been seeing. “A hunter’s costume, Sir?” suggested the shopkeeper, and pointed me in the direction of the changing room.
Clouds drift gently above Festive Road but things aren’t so peaceful down on the ground. The children are playing noisily with balloons – blowing them up and letting go. I looked at the children and up again at the balloons floating away towards the clouds – how lovely it would be to float so freely in the sky, I thought. It made me think of the costume shop.
Festive Road is unusually busy today. The main road is being repaired and all the morning traffic crawls and honks its way past my door. So I decide to go to the costume shop, in search of an adventure and some peace and quiet. Once in the shop, I find a caveman’s costume and decide there can’t be much traffic in those days. So I head off to a land far away from the rush hour traffic of Festive Road… or so I thought.
One morning I awoke in Festive Road and took a look around my room. I felt rather shut in by the four walls that day. Perhaps I should go for a walk. My feet took me along the street, down the side-streets and into the little lanes. There I found the costume shop and decided to look inside. Inside I saw a costume covered in stripes with 123456789 stitched on it. Just as I was wondering what to make of it, the shopkeeper invited me to try it on.
It is Saturday morning in Festive Road. Coal is being delivered in great sacks and children are playing with wooden swords. The postman knocks on my door at number 52, my house, and hands me an invitation to a party – not just an ordinary party though but a fancy dress party. That could be fun, I think to myself. I must go and find myself a costume. So I set off for the shops but everywhere I go I can only find day-to-day clothes. I am walking back home just about to give up when I turn into a small lane and see a shop with strange costumes in the window.
Yesterday we welcomed George Bear to Jammy Toast as our new Sports Correspondent and today we would like to welcome a former star of a television series by the name of Mr Benn. Mr Benn first appeared in several books and a television series originally transmitted by the BBC in 1971 and 1972. Whether in a book, or on television, Mr Benn’s adventures take on a similar pattern. Mr Benn is always very smartly turned out in a black suit and a bowler hat. He leaves his house at 52 Festive Road and visits a fancy-dress costume shop where he is invited by the moustachioed, fez-wearing shopkeeper to try on an outfit. He leaves the shop through a magic door at the back of the changing room and enters a world appropriate to his costume, where he has an adventure. Mr Benn’s adventures always contain a moral.