I enjoyed being celebrated in Africa and would have liked more time there. But I take comfort in the fact that it won't be long before Mandela tumbles from the twig and I can return for his funeral.
Talking of Africa, hardly had I returned to my chair and put my feet up on the Resolute Desk, when I had a call from my buddy Morsi in Egypt. He pleaded for help. "Help? I said. "We gave you a bunch of fighter jets. What more do you want?" Morsi said there had been a coup and there was a platoon of soldiers outside waiting to take him away. "Sorry Morsi," I replied. "I got enough troubles of my own." But enough about me.