Mood:  not sure

Didn't make it to the Synagogue yesterday. I'm beginning to lapse a bit and if I carry on like this I might be forced to quit Mossad and join some non Jewish intelligence agency instead.

Still I must be in Mossad's good books at the moment, as they sent me a nice pair of Bike clips which are made out of the same stuff they paint American Spy planes in. I think it's so I don't get caught on those f*cking speed cameras as I cycle away from my latest mission. Always thinking ahead those geezers in Tel Aviv, my cycling skills are famous, and with a good tail wind I can even give the fastest VW Beetle in the West a run for its money.

I'm a bit pissed off this morning as I've got to go back to the hospital tomorrow. I wasted my holiday to a large extent by hanging around with the hippies at Heathrow, and I didn't really gather much useful intelligence apart from the fact that I hate Folk music, and I'm glad I wash every day. I don't know what Mossad were hoping to gain from me being there. It's not as if there are spy planes landing there every day, we reserve that sort of thing for Fairoaks, which having seen the state of Heathrow I'm glad is my airport of choice.

I'm getting a bit desperate for a Bagel, and as soon as I finish filing my report I'm on the bike and down to Brick Lane. What is it about Arabs that they can't see the pleasures of the simple Bagel? There's not one decent Jewish bakery to be found in the part of the Edgware road I'm based in. That's a sad reflection of London these days, full of f*cking foreigners who have no loyalty to any particular country. Me...I never forget where I came from and am proud to be a Swiss/Israeli/Englishman.

Shalom