krimble (not krimbo) as my sister used to love to call it. Many regions, and many families, have their own way of doing things. Mine belonged to the north of the southern England, the west of eastern England, the edge of middle England. My mother was widowed, so grandfather carved the turkey. Mother baked many goodies, especially mince pies, to eat on and around Christmas Day itself. It was family traditional, and deliciously average. Now, of course, I just tell the replicator to generate a Christmas dinner, and invariably get cold beans on toast. It’s not the same.