When I was a kid I went to a Church of England primary school, and every autumn around this time we would celebrate harvest festival. It was the 1970s, and we were no longer the sons and daughters of farmers, so we thought milk magically appeared on doorsteps every morning and potatoes came in packets which you added water to. So when the call went out for charity donations from this autumn’s bounty to be given to ‘the old folk’ of the parish at a special service on a school day, the Reverend Ford invariably found himself with about 60 cans of baked beans and not much else.

That confusion of agriculture and supermarkets led me to this week’s set of strips. But first, a scene setter. We’ve seen this tree before, but last time Smith tried this trick it was an entire branch that fell on him.