Death By P.D.A.

I had Mr and Mrs Kissalot sitting behind me on the train this morning.  They were so loved-up that I nearly had to change carriages. 

There were a whole lot of tender murmurings, and playful whispers steaming up the place, and try as I might to separate soul from body, and go to my happy place, I kept getting sweet-nothinged in the back of the head.

It wasn't cool.