Picture the scene: A Drama Queen is walking in town in the afternoon. She has just written a letter to Father Christmas on behalf of her Holy Beloved Nephew and is imagining the surprise on his face when Father Christmas writes back to him.  As she leaves John Lewis and waits to cross the road, an errant gust of wind blows her hat right off her head and into the middle of the street. She closes her eyes, not wanting to see the carnage of  her hat playing with traffic. (She might also have gasped and then laughed out loud about the spectacle displayed before her) There are blaring horns and a screech of brakes.

And she opens her eyes to see a taxi stopped inches from her hat, stuck in the middle of the road. She dashes over, picks up the hat and blows the driver a kiss.

 Then giggles uncontrollably as she continues on her way.