“Y’know,” said Toby, as we got ourselves settled on the train, “I’ve literally never travelled first-class ever.” “Well, it’s hardly the Orient Express.” “No, but there’s leg room, arse room, and a table. Which—” he frowned “—now I think about it are pretty basic facilities.” “Yes, first class isn’t so much about extravagance as not being completely miserable.” He grinned at me over our decadent table. “All the same, I’m still excited.” “They’ll probably bring you a complimentary cup of tea in a bit.” “High life here I come.”
