Hospital food

If you go cattle class at my local hospital, one I have frequented so often of late that I should really be getting money off loyalty vouchers, you get served inedible slop. What the food lacks in eatability, however, they make up for in spades with liquid. Huge water jugs by the bed are refilled so often there is a constant queue for the loos. First class however is completely the reverse. The food is beautifully presented with embossed napkins and shiny cutlery, and tastes not half bad. But no water jug. Instead you get chaste mini bottles of mineral water, one a day. I am still struggling to make sense of the paradox that presumably results in dehydryated posh people up in the gods and undernourished riff raff in the back carriage.