As we all get up early and look in astonishment at our screens, exclaiming like children, 'but how could anyone vote for that man let alone millions and millions of people' (apparently the majority of Trump voters are white men, even that thought is sickening), as we despairingly make ourselves yet another cup of tea and pray for a miracle – another Abbatt delight which would have influenced anyone growing up in the 1950s (anyone lucky enough to be surrounded by Abbatt toys, that is). A few weeks ago we celebrated Terence Conran on the Post. He must have been hugely inspired by the Abbatts. As we all were.