And I have not replied to that message.
Fifteen months.
Because there is a reply, and it has to start with the fact that I had eleven weeks in which I could have handled it quietly and did not, and that the longer it ran the more people there were in it.
And I have not been able to type that out to a woman who lost her job over it.
The photograph.
There is one and I have never put it anywhere.
I took it in that terminal, at about twenty past eleven in the morning,
from where I was standing, before I put my hand up.
His arm round her waist, and her case, and the pair of them laughing.
And the thing I have told about four people is that I got it on instinct and I do not know why I did it.
I had my phone out of my bag before he was through those doors.
