The cult British television show Doctor Who had its 50th anniversary this week; it is amazing to think that it debuted on the very day President Kennedy was assassinated - I would not say that I am an obsessive Doctor Who fan though; I have the same number of fridge magnets as everyone else!
This week also saw Thanksgiving, a time when Americans all over the country gave thanks and praise for all the things they have in life (and then left Wal-Mart looking like the opening 30 minutes of Saving Private Ryan the following day - in the violent quest to gain more things to be thankful for). I participated in the festivities fully by eating the customary plate of brown and beige food and by answering questions about how we celebrate Thanksgiving in Britain (we are a bit thin on Native Americans so we pass on this).
This year brought a new and more intriguing statement though: "Isn’t it an amazing coincidence that the Mayflower left Britain and then landed at Plymouth Rock (Plymouth being the name of a harbor they left behind on the south coast of England) – what are the chances of that happening!" I had to inform the orator of this statement that it was just a rock they landed on and they called it Plymouth Rock retrospectively - in remembrance of the harbor and city they had left behind (a bit like the chicken and egg scenario I guess).
You know you are bad at gardening when you manage to kill the stones in your rock garden!