KITCHEN KARAOKE WITH THE BUBLÉ

Michael Bublé joined us in the kitchen last night. Yeah. Singing Christmas songs, he was. I heard him from the next room.

“Jingle bells, j-j-jingle bells… jingle all the … way…” he crooned.

My wife blamed Siri for 'not listening properly'...

“That’s my job!” I almost said, but thought better of it right at the last second.

Apparently she’d asked her phone for something else, and Siri had just played whatever it thought was best - in this case, the Bublé and his warming tones of Christmas cheer.

You know, I’m not so sure it was Siri’s fault. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not accusing anybody of anything; I’m just saying there was more of Michael Bublé than you’d think if he were playing a gig by accident.

Gosh - imagine that. Playing a gig by accident! Sorry everyone, you thought you were here tonight to see Beelzebub’s Blitzkrieg but due to a scheduling mixup… well, it turns out you really do get so much more than you give, so please, raise your tankards and put down your pentagrams, and why not put your hands together as we welcome to the stage… the one… the only, Mr Michael Bublé!

It wasn’t quite that incongruous to get a little glimmer of Christmas in the kitchen - more like the smell of cinnamon, or the sight of a forgotten bauble that had rolled under the piano six months ago. It was a momentary flash of ‘Oh yeah - Christmas is a thing we like’ in the middle of summer. And to be honest, I’m not too bothered by that. If anything it’s rather comforting.

I think what bothers me is the starting in October and then peaking in the first week of December. And I don’t think we’re in danger of that just yet.

To shift gradually back to summer, I very sneakily put on the karaoke version of Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me To The Moon tonight while I was making tea. I sang along in my best crooner impersonation, finger clicks and everything. She loved it.

I couldn’t help wondering whether Bublé might be at home somewhere in his Hollywood mansion, doing exactly the same thing to the debut album from Beelzebub’s Blitzkrieg.

I doubt it.