I remember one Christmass eve, my friends mother sent us both up to her sister. We were about 12 at the time. We took her up the Christmass pud she had made for her. The aunt gave us each a glass of port, which we didn't want. She insisted we drink it but I got rid of mine into the nearest plant. Ann wasn't as fast+had to drink all hers. That night, at midnight mass, Ann said she felt a bit woozy. Next thing she fell into me+it was like a domino effect. Everyone was on the floor in the aisle, we had all been standing while singing hymns. I just couldn't stop laughing. People were saying that we were drunk+should be ashamed of ourselves, now that just made me worse. Then Anns mother dragged her out of the Chapel+began slapping the face off her, as if that would do any good. Ann was as White as a ghost, all she kept saying was it was aunt Calys port+that aunt Caly had had tried to poisen her. I had pains from laughing, What a howl. Maggie