Up at 4. Groggy.

Coffee fix. Cold dark wait for

Taxi. Flight at 6.

Long waits for gates in

Duty Free, sampling the

Perfumed ennui.

EU? Wave ‘em through.

Brexits? Let ‘em stew. In the

'Other Passports' queue.

Landed at Heathrow.

My luggage, though, has bagged a

Trip to Tokyo!

Peaked cap pilots stride

Towards their jets, replete with

Golden epaulettes.

Duty Free Lee can

Guarantee his friends very

Cheap carcinogens.