Dear Diary: That was some day! After the usual morning briefing, I began the dreaded meeting with NetanYahoo. The room had been cleared of anything he could use as a missile (after the flying vase at our last meeting, an incident which must remain forever secret, I have to be ultra-careful with the dude.) This time there were no surprises. NetanYahoo insisted that Israel was master of its own fate. I insisted that he waited for sanctions on Iran to bite. Awkwaaard.
Thankfully, it was soon time for lunch. I had been hoping against hope that the frozen peas from M.'s garden might not be kosher. But, alas they were. As I was obediently eating aforesaid peas, I was even more careful not to provoke NetanYahoo while he had pointed eating implements within reach. But Joe Biden, for some unknown reason, chose that moment to remind NetanYahoo not to bomb Iraq. "Iraq?" said NetanYahoo, then he fell silent, staring ominously at his peas, knife grasped like a dagger in one hand. I trembled for Joe.
But the moment passed and the lunch ended amicably. As we left the dining room NetanYahoo accidentally trod on my left toes with his right heel. " I'm so sorry," he said.
With benefit of hindsight, there might have been a touch of sarcasm in his voice. But I must be mistaken. Scary person. Talking of which, the Duchess of Peas is calling out to me. Time to say a quick prayer to myself. And so to bed.
Thankfully, it was soon time for lunch. I had been hoping against hope that the frozen peas from M.'s garden might not be kosher. But, alas they were. As I was obediently eating aforesaid peas, I was even more careful not to provoke NetanYahoo while he had pointed eating implements within reach. But Joe Biden, for some unknown reason, chose that moment to remind NetanYahoo not to bomb Iraq. "Iraq?" said NetanYahoo, then he fell silent, staring ominously at his peas, knife grasped like a dagger in one hand. I trembled for Joe.
But the moment passed and the lunch ended amicably. As we left the dining room NetanYahoo accidentally trod on my left toes with his right heel. " I'm so sorry," he said.
With benefit of hindsight, there might have been a touch of sarcasm in his voice. But I must be mistaken. Scary person. Talking of which, the Duchess of Peas is calling out to me. Time to say a quick prayer to myself. And so to bed.
