A jazz album roared from the home-built stereo shelves in the dining room, and we dined on a potluck brought by loved ones—baked ham, Jell-O molds, and casseroles.
In a few minutes, the flight attendants will be coming down the aisle to offer you complimentary hot or cold beverages as well as a light meal for purchase.
This collation disposed of at a moderate price (considering the grease, which was not charged for), we went back to Barnard's Inn and got my little portmanteau, and then took coach for Hammersmith.
I want you to know that I am happy - right now - as a single, 26-year-old millennial who lives in a small apartment with a roommate and eats Chipotle for dinner more times than I care to admit.