Narrator’s father drank all the wine in mug at one…………… .
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One of my most vivid memories from childhood was the sweet smell of cider emanating from our garage. It wasn’t I hasten to add because my father was a secret White Lightning drinker, it was caused by barrels of scrumpy that my father had bought in a moment of enthusiasm on holiday in the West Country. They were now dusty, neglected and slowly turning to vinegar. This rather sums up my father’s approach to alcohol, a strong interest in collecting without being a particularly heavy drinker. As a child I used to help myself to little draughts of fierce Somerset cider. Eventually the smell got too much and my mother chucked them all out.
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