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.