Thursday, November 28, 2013

Our Own Thanksgiving

Today was a nightmare of a day.  It was crazy busy at work.  There was no time for lunch.  My day was filled with back to back meetings, a trip to a co-manufacturer up North and a trip back to the office at the onset of rush hour traffic.  Only to then have to make a mad dash back out to Banbury in time for Thanksgiving Dinner.


I promise I didn't break any road rules.  Even if I'd wanted to it would have been impossible; rush hour had the cars lined back to back on the motorway.


As if I wasn't already running late, I had to stop halfway during my journey to Banbury, because there was a strong sulphurous, acrid smell, which seemed to be coming from my car.  I thought it might be the tyres, but everything seemed to be in order and there were no warning lights on my dashboard.


I finally made it to Banbury, to Bing's, only an hour late, for Thanksgiving Dinner; a golden turkey with all the American trimmings.  I say American because it can only be America where the Yams come topped with melted marshmallows.


We sat, we ate and we drank in front of the TV as we watched last years Macy's Thanksgiving Parade (n.b. the pictures were actually from the parade Bing and I saw in 2011).


So thankful that I have a Bing in my life, who feeds and waters me on stressful days, like today.


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