Iknew Christmas had officially started in our house when – at 10pm the other night – I was woken by the unmistakable sound of a lorry reversing. At that time, I’m usually dead to the world, with a 4am alarm for my breakfast show on Radio 2. Anything past 9.30pm is basically the middle of the night.

Bleary-eyed, I got up and said, “Sam… who is having a delivery at this time? I’m trying to sleep.” Turned out it was his Christmas food shop , on 26 November!

I went back to bed and thought nothing more of it. Then at 4.30 am, as I tiptoed downstairs in the dark to leave for work, I found the house transformed into a festive assault course. I’m stepping over tins of chocolate, bottles of Bucks Fizz, some Twiglets and a festive biscuit selection. And, for reasons still unknown, one single c

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