As I mentioned, the flight over was great in every way. The flight this morning, from Rome to Gatwick, was fine except for the “breakfast” given to the slobs in coach.
It was probably one of the grossest things I have ever been invited to eat.
A brioche (sort of) bun, with a thin slice of ham and what was advertised as “cheese,” except it seemed more like a very think, knobbly sort of very yellow butter, all glommed up in a couple of spots.
Is this a typical British breakfast on-the-go?
Please say no.