The baker was delivering cakes and bread to number 42, Orlin, aged about four, climbed in to the van and let off the handbrake, as it began to roll down the slight incline Orlin panicked and climbed in to the back of the van, wading through bread rolls and cream puffs, in his little red wellies trying to reach the open doors as the angry baker and his distraught mother chased the van down the road.
Orlin was apparently a very naughty boy in the 1950s.
This anecdote amused us all in the 1970s irritated us in the 1980s, embarrassed us in the 90s bored us ever after and has now been resurrected to amuse grandchildren until they too groan with the rest of us.