This one always gets me. But I know that's because it was my Nana's favourite and when I hear it I remember the Dairy Milk that was always in the fridge for us, her making us egg and chips and the smell of her hairspray. And the fact that when Mum and Dad divorced and stuff was a bit strained, everything was just right at her flat and you could watch World of Sport and get 'fireside tartan' from the 3-bar in the living room....