The lights come up on the exterior of ‘Bun in the Oven Bakehouse’ deep in London’s East End. The window is piled high with all manner of pastries and cakes. A young lady appears, striding confidently towards the store. She is well dressed in a rose pink bonnet and matching pinafore. She pauses at the window and admires the delectable treats, before continuing inside.
The young lady emerges moments later carrying a huge box of chocolate éclairs. She takes a decadent bite out of one, smacks her lips, and sets off down the street, nodding a greeting to a passing gentleman who in turn tips his hat.
A baby starts to cry. The lady stops, cocks her head, and looks around in confusion. Her face creases into a quizzical frown. The crying continues. After a few moments, the lady realises that the sound is coming from the box of éclairs. She places the box on the ground, opens it completely, reaches in and pulls out a wailing baby. The baby looks at the lady. The lady looks at the baby. The baby stops crying and gurgles happily. The lady shrugs, flings the baby into a nearby pile of rubbish, picks up her box of éclairs and exits the stage.