It looks like a small hospital trolley with broken wheels, and the two cheerful hostesses carry it down the aisle. It looks rather pitiful. A few bottles of Coca-Cola, a few bottles of water, and two bottles of what I take to be flat beer but turns out to be wine. I stick to the Coca-Cola, but the man opposite braves the wine. I notice he takes very small sips and takes a long time to drink it.
Lunch is interesting.
Excellent meat and rice, slices of cucumber, bread roll, jam sponge, chocolate bar, wafer biscuit, cheese spread, and jam. I'm not quite sure how to arrange it all, but the quality is fine. An unhappy looking stewardess gives me a nice smile and an excellent cup of tea. My wife, who skipped lunch and therefore has no cup, asks for tea and gets it in a huge cardboard mug. The stewardess helpfully offers her a pot of apricot jam, purpose unknown.