Happy 4th!

Happy Independence Day, my lovely American readers...I am at work as I type – a very, very weird feeling. The 4th of July has always has been that oddball holiday where, as a kid, failing being a geek or hoodlum who was in summer school, we were already on holiday on the day and it didn’t really seem that different than the rest of the summer – except for all the fireworks and parties of course.

But then we hit adulthood and the dreaded world of jobs and no summer vacations (except for you lucky impoverished teachers!)...and so then the 4th becomes this fun holiday that often hits annoyingly mid-week, but still means a day off, a day to pig out to the enth degree, to watch fireworks, to bask in summer. And, you know, honour America’s “independence*”

It is, next to Thanksgiving, the most American day. It’s one of those things we forget that the rest of the world doesn’t acknowledge ;) I mean hellooo, shouldn’t the whole world bow down and shout hooray for us? Duh.

So, whilst you fine people stuff your faces and blow your limbs off with homemade fireworks, I’ll be here wearing black, slaving away at work and properly mourning and apologising for not letting the English just keep our silly little country all those years ago.

But fear not, whilst it pains me to no end to think of the endless food I’m missing, I fully intend to visit for the other end-all-be-all food day in November :D

*Just a reminder that according to the Brits, we didn’t “win” our independence, they just got sick of us and left. Whatever, we have better food than they do ;)