My poor sister lost her young husband to an aneurism in the brain at the end of November several years ago. For a year or two, she found the Christmas music in shops very hard to bear. The sad, bereaved, lonely or terribly worried must find shopping at this time a bit poignant to say the least. I don't mean the rest of us should creep about in sackcloth and ashes, but the Christmas Thing has taken on mammoth proportions and is really 'in your face'. It's inescapable wherever you go. Nice for the children and the Happy Ones, but not everyone falls into those categories.