Krafting My Return

Last night I flew home to England.

After electrical problems in the cock-pit,
right engine failure while galloping down the runway,
a passenger having a diabetic seizure that led to
paramedics rushing on board,
and a blind woman having a panic attack and jumping ship 
on our grim looking flight...

AA #78 took off 4 hours late.

But alas- I'm now in Oxford now with
 Mr. Aspiring Kennedy.
{and he's still as handsome as always}

Now I'm unpacking my souvenirs
which look a little like this...

What can I say?
I'm a simple girl at heart.

Four months was a long time without some
 high-sodium, processed, canned food.

Bring it on.

What comfort companions 
would you bring along with you?