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Electrifying England (second draft)

I hurtled through the skyat rather too many miles per hour, decidedly closer to the stars than I wanted to be, and to add to that – I was freezing!

It was a night flight and after the obligatory – almost tasty, almost identifiable meal, the cabin was darkened and blankets deployed. Solitary pools of light stood starkly against the dimness as readers made their sleeplessness known. I tried to drop off too, but even with my sweater, socks and an extra blanket...