Contrails

No, I was not at an airshow this morning.
The airshow takes place every day in my back garden, when the wind blows from the east.
You don't have to have a compulsion to go to a place these days, to fly there.
You fly there because you can afford it, and because "you're worth it!" [little shake of the hair -a la Andie McDowell- as you walk up the aluminium steps to board your Ryanair flight to Baden-Baden. Glamour!]
This is called deregulation.
We have become kerosene-hungry and we feel that we are righfully entitled to those 8 round trips a year.
It looks good over my garden though.