Every British holiday except Parkin contains dried fruit, my Scottish mother in law say it sometimes is like everything can and will be celebrated with some form of fruitcake.
My great grandmother and one of my great aunts used to argue about the relative merits of Barm Brack (great grandmother) and Bara Brith (Aunt Maude, who had lived for a time in Wales) and how they differed - one "regular" flour, one "wholemeal" flour. (after 65 years I don't recall which was which).
And sometimes we did get these treats as long as the cook was willing or one of the girls she was "training up" could bake one or more.
My grandpa always insisted that the cook was "not to be annoyed" by special requests when she had enough to do with the usual things. As there were around 12 to 15 adults and 9 children living in the house, plus the folks in the smaller houses who usually shared meals, the cook did have a monumental job, even with the women who also worked in the kitchen. Sometimes one of my aunts would help and my grandmother did some when there were a lot of visitors during the holidays. And of course me, being the only girl in the herd of children, got to "help" in the kitchen from time to time - if being underfoot was at all helpful...