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Mood:  lazy
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There are days when I struggle to think of anything to write here as you lot well know. No strange patients turn up at the Hospital, and the Mossad hotline stays silent. In fact nobody has got in touch with me at all, not even my running mate in the upcoming election to replace Liebeman. So last night I spent my time twiddling the knobs on my radio to see what I could find, and the answer was not much. I'm not interested in Police chatter, there's no intelligence value in that as almost anybody can get hold of that, and I'm certainly not excited by Mr Smith having to wait 35 minutes for his Cheese and Mushroom Pizza to arrive.
I was going to spend the evening decoding my new Secret Agent magazine but even that particular joy was shattered, as when I got home there was a letter from the publishers telling me I'd been sent the Polish version instead. Thought the code had been a bit too easy to crack, and of course my familiarity with Poles who worked on the Underground Railway system somewhere in London helped that.
I can't even be arsed to answer any of the questions I've been sent, some of them require me to delve into my archives of tales and I just don't have the get up and go to do that. Especially as I have to make sure I'm not divulging any Israeli State secrets.
So as you can tell, today I'm about as enthusiastic as the Weight Watchers club in Darfur or whatever it's called, fingers crossed something happens today, or it'll be back to answering letters again tomorrow.

Shalom