We flew recently. Yes, like on a plane.
It was a fairly early morning flight, so I was hoping for a nice fresh bacon and egg roll.
Expectations, they’ll keep you miserable.
We got a snack box.
Immediately my lovely man identified the snack box boxes as being potential rat box boxes. Once you are a pest control officer, it’s amazing how you see a rat box in everything.
Can you fit them in your bag he asked.
I actually have an enormous, very heavy handbag. And this, I have realised, is why.
Can you put this in your bag… Is the soundtrack to my life.
Nevertheless, I once again I realised how wonderfully balanced my lovely man and I are.
He didn’t fancy his energy bar, I took his for the team.
I didn’t want my apple juice, he drank both.
He didn’t fancy the biltong stick packet, I helped him out.
He didn’t think much of the little packet of cheddar biscuits…….
Yes, I too have realised I ate everything the revolting snack box offered. He’s hydrated, I’m a dried out prune.
I flew Ethiopian airlines from Blantyre to Joburg and they gave us an amazing breakfast – fruit salad, omlette, sausage, potatoe wedges and a fresh bread roll with a choice of fruit juice, tea or coffee. I was flabbergasted! I then heard the chap behind me complaining about airline food and saying to his partner that “you just have to accept what you get and clearly no five star meals”. Clearly he has never flown LAM!!! Their breakfast version is a stale bun with a suspect filling virtually thrown at you in a shitty paper bag! I was tempted to ask for his meal as well if he didn’t want it! 🤣🤣🤣
That does sound fabulous!