With some trepidation I began to offer dilute amounts of antidote to my first subject to counteract the state of cake induced bliss - but after the first two he poured them away and refused to drink anything but water straight from the tap. Even when I promised to make no further attempts he remained suspicious. I supposed that would indicate that he would be able to look after himself.

I had released my second subject as he seemed to be rational - though I had instructed the security staff to watch him closely. I was somewhat reassured by his leaving behind the rubber chicken, which, I discovered, had been stuffed with recipes for desserts. I disposed of those from volume 9 and The Joy of Snacks with great care. I left the others as they are probably harmless except in terms of calorific content and their effect on Human lifespan.

We awaited the return of the Saltire. I reflected on the Human condition and wondered when I might have the opportunity to wear my new hat and muff.