Clean plate

A walk around the artificial lake at lunchtime. Out the door at 4:00. Three gallons of gas for just over a fiver (US gallons, mind, and they're smaller). Struggle with the bag tagging station at the airport. And I'm through - waiting for the flight in the bar.
"Pint of IPA and a double bourbon, please."
"Will sir be wanting something to eat?"
"No thank you."
"A liquid dinner - now that I understand."

Vegetarian curry on the plane. A few hours of uncomfortable slumber to look forward to and I'll be home.