Mood:  lazy

I don't think moving to Clapham Common is going to help me much. I thought I'd be getting away from the Quentins of this world, instead I got a lousy nights sleep, as some geezer who claimed to be a former Labour party MP from Wales kept trying to get under my carefully constructed shelter...the new safe house can't come quick enough.

I've found building the shelter to be a tricky operation. My previous survival training was all based in the desert, and apart from digging a hole there's not much you can do with sand. I do remember one Mossad trainee who had the bright idea of shovelling the sand on top of himself, making himself completely undetectable. Great idea, and it worked really well. At least it did until I drove over him in my company issued tank. After that Mossad issued new instructions telling us that if we were to do the same thing, we should shove a bright orange flag through the top. Ok, no one ever got run over again, but for some reason the Arabs seemed to find us easier to pick out.

Still even with all my current problems, I still find time for a Bagel, and this morning I did the Brick Lane run with no problems. I was a bit worried about leaving my bike out on the Common, but I've learned as long as I don't take the saddle off nobody seems particularly interested in it, you'd think it'd be the other way around, but I'm getting the feeling places like this attract a certain kind of person. I think I'll send this valuable piece of information to Tel Aviv, make come in useful for our blackmail department.

OK, back to work tomorrow, can hardly wait, the bogs at the hospital are paradise compared to the ones at the prison, plus the paper is softer.

Shalom