There was a time, back when I was just a kid, I had a very bad encounter with dogs. Mrs Benson was a nice old lady, who lived alone with her three Doberman dogs. She always came to visit, and when she did, she always had an apple pie in her hand.

She made absolutely the best apple pie.

I would be by the door, impatiently waiting for her, and the moment she walked in, I would yank the pie out of her hands, and dash to the kitchen, yelling ‘Dad, Dad, Mrs Benson is here with the Apple ...