Whilst Americans are up early switching on ovens, plucking turkeys, shelling pecans and peeling pumpkins, I’ve arrived at my parents in East Sussex ready for a cup tea and a bourbon.
My company is of American descent, not quite as far back as the Pilgrims, but therefore we close the office tomorrow and today the place is as a quiet as a church full of mouses. So I’ve flown to London for a couple of days for a whirlwind whizz around to see family and mates. Maybe, perhaps, I might pop by SE7 on Saturday.
Bermudians love an excuse for a holiday, and find a way to celebrate almost everyone else’s festivities, so most of the island will be chomping on turkey legs, drinking lite beer and watching NFL today, probably without a thought to the Pilgrims’ first harvest in 1621 in Massachusetts.
Still, I don’t think we have turkey on the menu at my parents, but there will be wine, and bourbons.