Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Oddly enough,

I had just returned from Damascus and was discussing dinner with my host in Swefiyeh, an Amman suburb. We had planned to dine at a restaurant in one of the hotels. Unfortunately, the Stalin inspired Syrian customs delayed my return for an hour, so it was by then too late for us to bother to go out.

That was at 8.30. Secretary Rice and I now share the experience of directly receiving a very loud message.

Tomorrow I will continue with the day as planned, having a dental cleaning. The coombes of Somerset don't frighten me, I'm CERTAINLY not running from Zaqarwi's addled human bombs.

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