Business Class.

It has been a while since taking business class flights was part of the way that I travel. I haven't particularly missed it, or consciously even thought about it.


But recently, in my retired old age, it has cropped up in my thinking again. Just before I settle down for an afternoon nap in the cool of the reading room, I like to imagine that I am relaxing in a comfortable seat and that it will not be long before cocktails and a delectable meal will be served. 

Somehow this charade hastens a contented snooze. Upon awakening, afternoon tea and biscuits quickly brings a dose of reality. I come back to earth.

At least at home there is always plenty of leg room.