So this is it.

Tomorrow is the day that the cause of the frenetic sales pitches and all the things we have to do to enjoy the perfect day.

In my book, the perfect day is sitting in a deck chair reading a good book and smoking a calm pipe as the sun beams down from a cloudless sky. But then that’s just me,

According to the advertisements we are all furnished with massive new couches and the huge table is covered to the last square inch with food that is far too plentiful for the party of ethnically mixed gang who are all happily about to stuff their faces with slabs of turkey that nobody particularly likes. We all are about to receive gifts of perfume, new broadband, a car or two and fistfuls of burgers without which our day would be completely ruined.

I hope it won’t be like that here tomorrow. A small family gathering without a single non-white child to be seen. Just a relaxing day of chat, the odd bite of not-turkey and maybe a glass or five of something to warm the cockles of the heart. That may not be my perfect day [see above] but it’s damn close.

May your forthcoming day be as good, if not better that you hoped it would be.