Recently we spent the morning handing out bottles of juice at Paddington Station.
We were just wondering if our orange juice would go down well with a certain marmalade-loving someone when who should tweet us but the bear himself?
It’s not every day you get a tweet from someone with a train station named after them. Cue extreme giddiness and a good stiff walk to calm our nerves.
We hired fourteen proof-readers to check that for spelling misteakes.
Fourteen proof-readers suddenly had their job roles changed to marmalade-stirrers-in-chief.
"Sure it's not spelt Peroo?" "Who said you could stop stirring?"
They say never meet your heroes. We say don't tell us what to do.