There was panic in our house last night at 8pm as we raced to find the sofa located somewhere beneath the teenager. The final of the Great British Bake Off was about to begin. Where was the remote control?
Winter is stuttering into view but the cockles of British hearts are being warmed by perfect turmoil. The three pillars of UK plc – football, cake and the post – are in a state of flex and flux. It has been an exhausting ten days.