On Wednesdays I go shopping
Mood:  down
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Well yet another uncomfortable night as once again that one eyed genius Moshe Dyan came into my mind while I was trying to sleep. He was not happy, asking me why I hadn't done Blokhin or Preppin yet, and then saying that as Mossad were short staffed I'd better get my finger out as he had other things he wanted me to do. I was still pondering the Iron bar problem when he came to me again. "I have something else I need you to do" he said "Can you do Shun-Tin?" he asked. Well once again I was in a panic, as a top Mossad operative I was supposed to be aware of all the leading political figures in the world, yet plumbing the depths of my mighty mind I didn't recall anyone in the Chinese Communist party of that name. The blank expression seemed to tell him everything "The Cabin for you then." I woke up in a cold sweat at that point, The Cabin, that name seemed vaguely familiar, and not just as the Newsagents in Coronation Street. But where had I heard it, if it had been a Mossad punishment thing I'm sure I'd have remembered it. This is going to bother me all day, it's like having nightmares all the time. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that Milk Tray which I managed to purloin from that dodgy batch the Councillor took back the other day.
I haven't been to the Synagogue yet as I'm trying to get all of this straight in my mind. What does it all mean, why Moshe Dyan, why all these strange references to Russian and Chinese characters. Maybe I need to see a shrink, there are plenty of them at the Hospital who'll happily see me for free, I've heard more than one of them say he'd find me an interesting chat, but of course when you've done as much as I have in life you have plenty to say for yourself.
OK, time to dust off the skullcap and take the plunge to Synagogue.

Shalom