Day 66, Sunday March 8, 8pm: Frank, I shall not be be bothering you this evening.
Consider this a deafening silence.
Against all the expectations, I have not discovered the secret of golf over the past few weeks. At least, I have not discovered the secret of playing golf in a three-club gale. I am, it turns out, a quite useless golfer when the wind gets up. I spent most of this afternoon running around trying to retrieve my scorecard. Don't know why I bothered, really. It was a very unpleasant document indeed.
You are safe, Frank. For now.
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