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I think I have got it! Phoned Jas.

“Jas, I think I’ve got it.”

“Go on then.”

“OK. It’s sort of in shorthand even when it is decoded but… anyway… this is what it says:

‘Dear Georgia. Me, you fantastic. When we were heaving and lurching about it was amazing. Me explodes every fifteen minutes. At night me in it playing you. You’re great. Love Robbie.’”

There was a silence. Then Jas said, “Did you say, ‘me explodes every fifteen minutes’?” “Yes… keen, isn’t he?”