Maybe it hasn’t been exactly the Thanksgiving featured on the television commercials, where a large, perfectly browned turkey is placed on the table in front of the bright-eyed, delighted family, none of whom are sick, projectile vomiting, wrestling with broken computers (or a broken website), or bent sideways due to crippling back pain.

So much for mass marketing.

I won’t go into the unnecessary details except to say that – in an emergency session of Household Security Council – the L&T and I unanimously voted to hold Thanksgiving on Saturday.

With any luck, tomorrow will see little beyond a little laying about, though I’ll no doubt wrestle with my failed backup hard drive in an attempt to rescue the majority of the TU’s photographs taken over the last four years.

Expect much swearing.

See you next Thanksgiving (which is this Saturday, remember), Tom Chandler.