It’s often difficult to place the exact moment you first hear it. You may be scanning the supermarket shelves for your favourite Pot Noddle or filling up your car in the station forecourt. And then, all of a sudden, it happens . . . a solemn chime and a pounding beat breaks the silence and before you know it the opening bars of Do They Know It’s Christmas? are in full swing. Saint Bob and co are back in time-honoured tradition to remind us that famine is your problem, when all you really wanted was a Chilli Beef flavoured snack. Having married a dedicated follower of all things Yuletide, I have embraced the season to be jolly with a kind of resigned equanimity – more ho-hum, than ho, ho, ho. Santa lite, you could say. In my previous life as a singleton, I would often place a lone straggle of tinsel on the bay tree, in a sort of ironic nod to Mr C.