Wassail – to indulge in riotous drinking

“Want a drink?” she asked his brother while pouring herself a glass of gin tonic.
He looked up at the clock – 11:19 am. Bustle in the kitchen, the turkey was in the hoven already, his little nieces running around followed by the dog.
“Why not” he replied then.

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