Watch out for the big bloke...

There’s no sign of little people, but every chair here is a scale model. Half size in fact. There’s one key exception, however, a full scale wooden stool next to the kitchen table. That’s where I sit... up straight.

The family think I’m strange, perched up there while they try to find new ways of getting their food into their mouths. But I have the last laugh as I finish early and help myself to seconds.

But suddenly this big bloke charges in... knocks me clean off my stool.

His name was Oliver or something similar... apparently he’s a traveller.