On boxing day my parents invited some friends over for treats, mainly of the cheese variety. I believe about six. Maybe seven. I should have made sure to take photographs of each cheese individually. I made little labels and they could have reminded me what all the cheese was called and allowed me to make pithy remarks about the fact that each and every one of them pleased me, though the Roquefort and Camembert were particularly tasty.
It was a nice evening. Oh, and there was a white wine I liked too. I'll have to insist that my father or mother let me know the names of these things.