I'm a bit of an afficionado of BBC children’s television for the under fives.

This is because I watched it with both my daughters and later with my grandchildren.

There’s not a lot I don’t know about Camberwick Green and the firemen of Trumpton. I enjoyed the trips I made with Dylan on the original Magic Roundabout and 30 years later find psychedelia is alive and well in Waybuloo.

I still enjoy Postman Pat along with Timmy Time and the brilliant Sean The Sheep. Lately I’ve been wanting to go and live in the beautiful animated world where Everything’s Coming Up Rosie. It’s the sort of place to retreat when reality gets a bit too real.

The ethos of the animated programmes remains roughly the same, with the humour and presentation a bit more sophisticated, but it’s the presenters I’m worried about. They seem to have become more manic as the years go by.

Mr Bloom and Mr Tumble remain true to the old fashioned Beeb formula but I don’t remember Brian Cant or Tony Hart being as all-smiling, all bouncing as today’s bunch who seem to be attempting to out-perform Zebedee without a safety net.

How do they manage in the real world? Do they present the same ebullient persona in the supermarket?

“Wow, look at these beans. How did they manage to stack them so high? It makes you feel like jumping ... oops. Sorry, didn’t mean to do that.’’ Still, you’ll have the fun of stacking them all again. Lucky you! Because they do tend to talk in exclamation marks. Can you imagine going to the pub with them on a CBeebies night out? They’ll have the place rocking belting out The Grand Old Duke Of York, buying a round of drinks will be a counting game and Mister Maker will challenge all comers to create Blackpool Tower out of beer mats in one minute. And all the time they will be laughing, smiling, jumping, pointing and talking to soft toys.

Actually, it sounds like my kind of night.