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Wednesday, 6 May 2009
The wafting of hankies was only partially successful. Phileas has now found himself a little too far south, and so I have generously arranged for strategic messages to be left around his location to assist. I know I'm making it a bit too easy for him, but, hey, that's the kind of guy I am.