Again always seem to be ready to depart at the very last minute before the airport taxi arrives. Managed to down a quick Martini but with no time to enjoy it. Lesson one is that Martinis are meant to be savoured although not so long they warm up.
Four people in the car with too much luggage so the driver had to fasten the trunk with a bungee cord. Arrived at Toronto Pearson Airport three hours prior to the flight departure. Sat waiting for some two hours eating a bag of cherries and reading the newspaper. Boarded the plane and my knees jammed up against the seat ahead of me. And what a treat 3 rows from the WC so I can hear each vacuum flush.
Dinner, if you wish to glorify pig slop by that name, was “sort of a beef stew”. What an insult airline food is to steerage class passengers. Pure contempt.
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