After doing some vital and inescapable admin at home, I set out for London once again, for a Thanksgiving dinner with Canadian sparktastic and nine or ten of her friends and housemates. There was turkey and ham, there was mash, carrots, sprouts and beetroot. Oh, and pizza. And apple pie, and strudel. And cocktails, and wine, and more wine, and sending a couple of the young people out to buy even more wine. There was lots of talk: Some of it about the current popular music scene, a subject of which I'm largely ignorant; some of it about fanfic, during which I was prevailed upon to recite some poetry, which was received rather well.
A very happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian readers, particularly Sparky, our host today, who deserves my warmest thanks for an excellent evening, and Cerra, who has much to be thankful for at the moment.