A smiling African man swaddled in a thick puffer jacket, a woolly hat and a Norwich City scarf is strolling up to the door of the Tavern. He's pulling along a small trolley in which are piled dozens of home-made mince pies and sausage rolls in sealed plastic containers.

Behind comes an old lady bearing an enormous box in which is a huge brandy-sodden Christmas cake. On her back is a rucksack full of crumpets ready for toasting and a big slab of fresh butter.

As nobody is about, they decide to wait a while to see if anyone turns up. If not, they'll go home and eat the lot themselves.