When I was at school in the 1980’s we went to assembly each morning, and sat cross-legged on the floor singing hymns. It wasn’t a religious school, but that was just what we did back in those days. We were a ‘Christian’ country, or so perhaps people assumed. But I didn’t believe in God, and neither did any of my family. It felt like a bit of a joke, singing those songs. About a silly God that the headteacher wanted to impose on us. He believed but we did not.