Dancing By Myself

There were others, honest - they're just not in the shot. The goose was cooked and the sausages were lovely. So were the spuds, red cabbage and parsnips. I skipped the sprouts - it's my house, I'm allowed not to eat sprouts. The Mercurey, the Bucks Fizz for brunch both went down OK and the Chateau de Rayne Vigneau was decent company with the Christmas Pudding, which was lit afire with vodka as we'd forgotten to get any brandy. There. No brandy. Christmas ruined.