Well, we had Thanksgiving over here yesterday, a little slice of America on a British table. Our friends had invited us over because they’re a little better geared up for big dinners and our dining room is being used as a storeroom for now.
Whilst everyone gave thanks for friends, family, food and having a decent life compared to some poor souls in the world I was simply thankful for everything, and I mean that. I could go on for hours about how much I’m grateful for, but everything is sweet.
And today, after such a wonderful dinner I’d like to thank my wonderful fiancée for doing all that cooking. I mean ALL that cooking. I didn’t bother her, I let her be. I helped in so far as I grabbed some ingredients, stirred some soup but mostly stayed well out of the way.
Thanks Babe 
food, life, personal
No, not from me, you don’t get rid of me that easily 
It’s my dad. He died. He wasn’t even 60 and he died in the early hours of last Saturday morning, hence my absence and my silence.
I’d write something more than this but I currently don’t have the time to say enough about him, but I’ll make sure I do as a tribute to a great father.
I’ve been busy running the boss’s business for two weeks as well, so it’s been a bit busy to say the least… and with the funeral in just over a week’s time we decided to honour our holiday arrangements and go to Italy, to Rome for a few days… God knows we need it!
It’s been a funny old year, what with Becky’s brother dying, stepmum #1 getting breast cancer, stepmum #1’s father (my step-grandfather, if that’s a real term) dying, and now my father too.
*sigh*
But the show must go on, and us Brits are a hardy lot, so if I don’t visit you or see you for a bit, I apologise, but you know everything’s OK. OK?
Love you all :*
life, personal