April 4, 2017:

Blonde MILF, far side of the terminal, stares across the distance. Sorry hon I don't do moms.

Guy behind me hacking up a lung. "Honey I don't have a fever," he assures his exasperated wife. "It's just a little tickle in the throat." I change seats 'cos not so confident.

Flight delay. Nonworking WiFi in the waiting area.

Texts: lovers, friends, friends I'd like to be lovers with. The morning's not a total loss.