So much has happened. I've gone back to London (sorry, Mo, no time to meet you), I've picked up my credit cards and everything else - Martin, you should have told me there was my phone and those notes and everything. And I have rung the man who said he was my husband. I'm just posting this in an internet cafe on my way to meet him. We didn't want to talk too long on the phone but he says he can explain. But he also said he was worried about this blog, that 'others' might be reading it and maybe I should keep my discoveries to myself until I know everything. I've been starting to think the same.
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