Being the Chair of Governors at a school gives me the excuse to go along to the christmas assemblies even though my daughter left the school nearly 15 years ago. It’s nice to be able to stand at the back of the hall and watch the littluns’ sing about Father Christmas and presents and so on.

Something made me smile in the service I saw this morning; there stood centre stage, as bold as brass, was a little lad dressed up as … You guessed it … The nativity Batman. Now, I’ve never been a church-goer and don’t keep up with what must obviously be The Nativity 2.0 but I’m pretty sure there were no caped-crusaders in the bible, unless of course you know different?

Now where did I leave that tinsel batarang?