So I’m not home yet, but I’m on my way. Happily seated in an uncomfortable airline seat, on the way back to London where I will spend a day being relatively normal. I will go for a run, which is marginally socially acceptable. I will shop for clothing that fits, hopefully without the added assistance of a man popping into the dressing room to suggest a different pant option. I will sit alone in a pub and drink a pint without an escort, and perhaps (although this one is far less certain) even remain on my own, with thoughts for company, throughout the entirety of said pint. In case it’s not clear by the previous paragraph. I am VERY excited. This should not be misunderstood as any sort of poor reflection on the previous three plus months, merely as a new excitement for another change of scenery, and new activities that are regarded as “normal”. I will, of course, dreadfully miss being able to eat my food with my hands without sideward glances or perceptions of ill manners.
In the mean time, I sit on (in? …. Going to have to brush up on my American English again, I see.) a plane fascinated by the “food” that has been offered as a snack. Here is a simplified, or perhaps just interpreted list of the ingredients, in order, without omission on the side of the pack:
Sugar
Sugar
Starch
Water
Starch
modified animal fat
stabilizer
pectin
“Flavourings”
“natural colours”
Oil
Vegetable concentrates?
“Beeswax”
…. Yummy! They actually taste quite revolting, in a highly addictive sort of way. They are marketed as “Wine Gums” Ah the Brits. Known the world round for their culinary ……. Individuality?
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