Forgive me, I know it is a little early to be talking about Christmas but I promise I do have a good reason. As we have thrown the old Jammy Toast away and have started over, I thought I would start right at the very beginning with my first ever childhood memory. Now, I don’t want any sniggering at the back when I relay this tale, because whenever I tell anyone that is their usual response. The first thing I can remember was at Christmas time and I was about four or five years old. I remember my Dad was at home for once, him being in the Merchant Navy he was away most of the time. So, Christmas that year was going to be a good one.