'Come in. Welcome, Happy Christmas. Let me take your coat and things.'
'Thank you. Some wine for the table.'
'That wasn't necessary, but thank you. Go into the living room. Christos is there. The children are helping me in the kitchen.'
Christos was crouched to one side of the log fire holding a hinged gridiron containing lamb chops, turning it whilst he sprayed a mist of olive oil on the chops.
'Welcome, Mr Kenneth. There is wine on the table. It's from my village. Very good.'
Kenneth reluctantly headed towards the jug of warm wine. His palate had still not completely accustomed itself to Greek wine, no matter where it came from, each area purporting to be 'the best'. A temporary rescue came in the form of Esther as she and the three girls entered the living room carrying a variety o
