For many years we have had a breakfast of smoked salmon, quails' eggs and Buck's Fizz. A few years ago, I gave Mrs h-c a small Santa that you could hang round your neck (we always have a few joke presents like that) and she put it on so that it dangled in her cleavage. I noticed that my daughter seemed to be texting someone and, about half an hour later, we heard Scott Mills say "A big shout out to Miss h-c, who says that her mum and dad are eating some weird ritual breakfast and her mum's got Santa hanging between her boobs".