Motspur Park is Not Enough
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: Gardener's Question Time podcast
Well I'm a lazy bastard aren't I. Couldn't even be arsed to cycle up to Brick Lane this morning for some fresh hot Bagels, just ducked under my nice crisp new sheets which were designed by some geezer called N.H.S. Trust and carried on dreaming of sliding down ropes from helicopters, safebreaking, black outfits, shooting Arabs, and London Underground trains. No idea why I was thinking about them, probably the effects of the can of John Smith's I had last night.
Bit disappointed with Rabbi Goldberg's reaction to my request for support yesterday. He won't commit himself one way or the other, tells me he has other people looking for his endorsement (Been reading a dictionary I have). He has been pretty shaken up by the whole Liebeman thing. They were good mates by all accounts and he had no idea that the ex-councillor was doing such degrading things to Bagels. This seems to have had an effect on how he views us ex-mossad types, doesn't quite trust us I think. Looks like I'll have to resort to some gentle intimidation to get my way. Hope Hertz rental have a lot of black cars available, otherwise I'll be poncing off of the local funeral director again, and Hearses are not the most movable vehicles.
The window cleaner bloke was there too although we didn't speak to each other, he was dishing out some leaflets offering his services to synagogue members and apparently you get a 25% discount if he can take pictures of your wife. Strange what some people will do to promote their business. I'm not too interested to tell the truth, I'd rather use my own Windolene and chamois leather, and besides his rates for doing bulletproof glass are way over the top.
Anyway must dash as I've got to get down the Hospital laundry. It's pretty quiet there on a Sunday, and I know I can pick up a change of sheets while I'm there, the ones I've got at the moment have become soiled somehow.

Shalom