Planning for my annual expat feast always starts with the directive Borrow a house.
This year it should have been Borrow a bigger house.
People congregated from near and far, sworn vegetarian Nick made the meaty gravy like always, I bustled around making food and holding babies and laughing.
I have no idea how many people turned up, but it was so crowded I couldn’t get in the room to serve the turkey. Or sit. Or eat.
In fact, I did not even get a slice of pie!
It was an honor to feed my friends and loved ones a traditional harvest meal, and to reflect on all the things I am thankful for.
Top of the list, even after all these years? The National Health Service.
Perhaps one day my homeland will offer decent provision of health services to all citizens. Maybe our new president will keep his promises.
Happy Thanksgiving!
