Thenotes Fri 04-Oct-19 20:18:32

About 40 years ago, as a 14yo I was visiting GPs for Christmas. I was sent to deliver Christmas cards to the neighbours. Grandma was good friends with her neighbours and I knew most of them by sight but we lived 300 miles away so I didn't know them well.



I went to number one where an old man "Bert" with a Father Christmas beard lived.



He saw me approaching and was at the door by the time I got there, insisted I went in and proceeded to ply me with rhubarb wine.



I was quute tipsy and late back for dinner but no one was cross with me because they'd guessed what had happened.



It's a genuinely fond memory of mine, a pleasant afternoon with a nice man who wanted some company, telling me stories of the "olden day's", plus my first experience of the warm happy feeling of being tipsy but not drunk.



But I'm not sure it would/could happen today.