I was sat lost in my thoughts on a bus this evening, wondering which of the traditional festive nuts were my favourites. Normally the battle for favourite nut for me is between the walnut and the pecan but the pecan was never included in the traditional festive nut bags so the walnut had a clear win. The Hazlenut trailed in a distant second, edging the brazil nut whose hard to crack shell means it’s never quite endeared itself to me. The almond was in last place. Never liked it. Never even been able to say it properly. I think I'm guilty of hitting the 'l' too hard.

And as I was putting together this nut competition in my head, a mum boarded with her boy. “Don’t touch the rails unless you need to,” she told him.

I thought, “That’s good advice from the mum.” But it was totally undermined by allowing the boy to put his little hands all over the window sill when they sat at the front as his mum lost herself in her phone.

On the same journey, a little girl sat next to her mum and was already in gloves. I thought, that’s way too early. It’s not cold enough for gloves. Gloves will have no impact on that kid come January. Just the other day I caught my Imaginary Son trying to venture out with his gloves and I took them off him immediately. I sat him down and explained to him where I stood on the winter wear. The key I said is to still be in autumnal wear come November. Wear a jumper under your summer jacket perhaps for the next few weeks, then come the winter, you will feel like you own that season.