I heard from Carfilhiot. It was terrible reception, as usual. Apparently there was some kind of problem at the Albanian end, but it’s all sorted now and he’s coming home. On the phone I think I was angry with him. I was a bit drunk as usual. But when I pressed End, I just burst into tears and screamed and everything. It was the first time I’d broken down since he went.
You see, I’d begun to suspect that it was all a put-up job, and that he’d done a runner to get rid of me. And you know how that feeds on itself.
Thank God. Thank God. That’s all.