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Thurstan returned home to find a large, slightly bent and crumpled pink envelope waiting for him on the hallway floor. Without thinking, he found himself peering, briefly, through the living room curtains before he returned to the hall and picked it up. Throwing it on the kitchen table, he removed his jacket and poured himself a large single malt. Later that evening, in a secluded part of his garden, he burnt the envelope, card and its contents in a metal bucket.
The following day, he took a blustery early morning walk along Thurstaston Beach where he periodically and surreptitiously scattered the ash contents of a plastic bag to the wind before going to work.