Ah, Rachael - seemingly endless possibilities for both chaos and mischief. I must admit that rather appeals to me.
Michael - just dinner?
Spindly-one - I have two copies of that last edition of News of the Screws (as we used to call it). I shall hang onto them. They stand more chance of keeping me in my approaching dotage than the Newport book.
Charlotte - control your passion until the thing sells; then we'll celebrate.
But nobody has asked how I stumbled upon this. I will confess. Googling oneself is a sort of gratifying self-abuse; searching for oneself on eBay is the antidote, the confessional, the forfeit, the retribution. It is (usually) like applying a cilice to the ambition and tightening it a notch with every nudge of the scroll-button. Ninety-nine-pee - et in Arcadia eBay.
But I will find the truth of it. I am in correspondence with a nice young Irishman called Brendan. It is he who holds the clue...
Do you see how this is evolving into a Dan Brown novel?
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