I've been thinking of Christmas a bit lately, after a couple of casual incidents sent my mind in that direction. First, someone was talking about how much brandy to put in a Christmas pudding and it reminded me of being a lad at home when my uncle arrived at the house in a state of advanced refreshment one night before Christmas.
Struck with sudden hunger he fell upon a pudding my mother still had hanging in a cheesecloth and devoured it.
When he'd finished, he realised he might be in a spot of bother so he replaced it in the cheesecloth with my football. The weeping, gnashing of teeth and threats of violence from my mother when she discovered the trick the next day shocked me to the core.
But what really got me thinking Yuletide notions was drinking sherry. I was at a show where wineries were offering various tipples and I saw a bottle of something labelled Walnut Brown. It was a sherry - and a very fine one at that, packed with nutty goodness - and I was compelled to try it.