How well do you remember your childhood bedroom? I see the primrose-yellow room, shared with my twin sister for 13 years, like a distorted dream. The blue wooden beds, the huge spiders that would scuttle from under them, the bedside table stuffed with Enid Blytons and Beatrix Potters. And the favourite toys — mine a floppy-eared rabbit called Daisy, hers a long-legged monkey called Amby. Amby was a Jellycat — in fact, the oldest toy the beloved British brand has continually made. By the time we graduated to our own rooms, Amby had been through the wars: his shabbiness was a testament to being well-loved during a childhood which was now over. Amby served his purpose, and now enjoys a dignified retirement.