Towards the end of Saturday evening, Duncan realised that we had yet to open the blackcurrant wine. This was easily, though not sensibly, remedied. It was our fourth bottle of the evening. But the period between Christmas and New Year is never meant to be one of abstemiousness. Earlier we had drunk a bottle of ginger, some ordinary white wine transformed into Kir, and bottle of real red from 1995 that I think was probably rather special. Rachel fed us steak and chips, adding up to a night of excellent food, wine and company. In fact we did not finish the blackcurrant, good though it was, and Rachel has promised to return the (empty) bottle on her return to Leeds.