Email from Iraq

A Security Guard

I thought that I would let you all know how things are going, what occurs and all that stuff. After flying into Jordan I was driven to a hotel (5 star, room 227 is missing the contents of the drinks cabinet, mini bar, TV remote and all the towels, old habits die hard). ‘You will be here for two days,’ my friendly new Jordanian driver said. Given that it was now 0430 in the a.m., I thought: ‘Bed, late brekkie by the pool and generally milk it for all it’s worth.’ At 0730 room service rang to tell me that my flight was at 1000 hours. For those of you with no grasp of the Arabic spoken in Jordan, imshi will cover all eventualities that require strong language.

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