I am later on a due date, waiting around for several communications that are work-based and my phone keeps vibrating. There is a Kik message from Graham, whining in regards to the heat in their workplace. Steve has WhatsApped me personally a photograph of his meal having a frowny face—apparently, he is unhappy along with his sandwich selection. And over on Tinder, Colin is telling me personally that their mother’s birthday celebration is on Sunday, so he’s likely to go back home for a trip.