Always dressed in a suit and wearing a silk cravat, Granddad Curly was a tall man with wild-growing, grey curly hair. Unfortunately, it wasn’t so thick on top anymore. This meant that he had to wear a cap whenever the sun was out, preventing his bald patch from burning. He had a long nose which provided a steady perch for his heavy, black-framed glasses, which just about covered his big black bushy eyebrows.

For many years, he had a beautiful curly handlebar moustache. Chubbly wished he could grow one just like it someday. Granddad Curly’s hands were also huge - the size of a bunch of bananas, as such. This gave the impression that anything he held was tiny, and his ears seemed to be much longer than average. Chubbly thought they must have been really difficult to fit inside his pilot’s headset when he was flying all those years ago. Still, as big and tall a man as he was, Granddad Curly’s voice, though deep, was always quietly spoken; a gentleman who was always clear in what he said.

He had a wonderful way of describing things perfectly, and all without the aid of pictures, photographs or plans - and without the ‘dreaded computer’, as he would say! As far as he was concerned, the whole world would be far better off without ‘electronic excuses’. Chubbly thought he had a very good point, actually, as whenever they failed to function; everything would come to a complete standstill. People would still refer to them as the most wonderful invention in the modern age and, having thought about this, Chubbly knew that computers were here to stay. Besides, both he and Granddad Curly had clocked up hundreds of hours on flight simulator programs, so they were of some use, at least.

Granddad Curly had, for as long Chubbly could remember, always been a bit of an inventor. He could never stop designing and thinking up new inventions - even evolving old ones. His latest idea was a carpet slipper pre-heating device: the device got your slippers up to just the right temperature before you put them on. Last year’s great invention was a conveyor system: the contraption collected fresh eggs directly from Granddad Curly’s very own chicken coop on the other side of the allotment at the back of his house, and then deposited them, one by one, onto a specially designed shelf inside his kitchen pantry. Granddad Curly had flown in the good old days of the BOAC (British Overseas Airways Corporation) before retiring. He had considered BOAC a much more refined and professional company than British Airways are today.