Security Forces and American Propaganda

I did say that the Unaccompanied Minor was tricky. And she is! It didn’t take her very long to show her spots – stripes and probably even her knickers if she carries on the way she is. As I am having to go away in January I need someone ( reliable) to look after the house. I cant leave it and the animals in the car of those males who currently reside here. ( Aladene and Mohamed and on occasions, Number 3 son!) The last time I went away, I left Aladene and Mohamed in charge. That was a huge faux pas on my part and I lived to regret it.

For some bizarre reason ( probably fear of being broken into) they locked the dog flap so Shebah Dog couldn’t get out. She was so distressed at not being able to use the garden that she broke through the dog flap. Hence for the remainder of my time away, she had to sleep in the dining room at night to keep warm and the kitchen was freezing cold due to the 2 foot square hole where the Dog Flap used to be. Why it didn’t occur to them to block it up or get a new one is beyond me, especially as they seem to have Amazon on permanent speed dial, or the equivalent thereof. No longer did Mohamed have to worry about Buggerlars ( as he pronounces them) because you could just put your hand through the broken dog flap and turn the key in the back door and walk in. Added to that I had, in some very weak moment, offered to look after Bruno whilst Tomasso was away in Rome during Christmas, and so it would mean taking care of Shebah Dog and another highly strung one, whose manner is so unusual and unpredictable that he should not be looked after by anyone under 25 years old. A plan needed to be formed.

Anyway, I digress.

So I asked Number 2 husband if he would mind coming over and House Sitting whilst I am away. He doesn’t normally mind as he gives him a chance to do something new and catch up with old Buddies. Yes, I know, I am very kind allowing him to pop over and crash here when he needs an escape. I had written about him before when he appeared about a year ago and caused a bit of an upset with Husband Number 3 and Mary.

But as I need him now, I am happy to swallow my pride and let him back in…temporarily. I haven’t actually seen Mary since the incident last year and so the way things are going I should be able to permanently eliminate The Unaccompanied Minor in a matter of days. She has become more of a pain that I could describe and a lot of sucking of teeth has gone on both professionally and socially for some time now. She needs to “GO!”

For some reason she seems to think that Husband Number 2 is a rich Russian Oligarch rather than an Ex Pat living out the last of his days at the Yacht Club in Minsk with a wife thirty years younger . He is guaranteed to either smoke or drink himself to death and when I asked him why he stayed there in the unending cold he replied, quite simply, that he was still free to smoke where he will.

So the Unaccompanied Minor has said she would be happy to come over and help from time to time which means she has her eye on another man to fall under her spell. I have lost track of the amount of men who she has left in her wake and I see Husband Number Two not being any different.

Aladene and Mohammed aren’t overly pleased and were hoping for the house to themselves but I cant trust them because if I leave them alone, then their whole daily schedule goes to pot. They used to think it was absolutely fine to go to bed at 3 in the morning and get up about mid-day. I told them they were not in the Gobi Desert anymore and whilst in Rome ( or Shoreham by Sea to be exact) they would go to bed at a sensible time and get up by 08.00am. for Flight School Of course Mohamed being somewhat of a “smartarse” told me that the Gobi Desert was actually in Mongolia and China and the nearest one to them was the Sahara. I replied that I didn’t need a lesson in Geography and was actually only making a point, to which he replied ” is that the last one of the day you will make?”

Talking of the two boys I asked if they would be joining us for Christmas Lunch or going home. Flight School closes for 2 weeks and they often try to get home to see their family. Mohammed is dreadfully homesick and wants to visit his girlfriend. It would appear that he was engaged at 18 to some girl he had met twice and who lives in Benghazi. As Mohammed lives in Sirte, you can work out how often they get to see each other even if the route is along the picturesque coastal route. ( He flies into Tunis and then drives over the border ) Aladene of course seems to be living under the radar, having had his passport confiscated by Lunar House but at the same time, they wont allow him to leave. Its been like that now for over three years. His day to day life, however, is spent very much at liberty so I don’t think he is under the beady eye of MI5 and in fact has already applied there for a job in the Arabic Section. Watch this space….

Talking of MI5, it would appear they are looking for Persian speakers and Farhad ( my sobbing partner) has also decided to apply.

He thinks its another way of overthrowing the Ayatollah and bringing back the Shah. When I said that the Shah had been dead ( and buried) for many years and he knew that ” very well” he smiled and said it was part of American propaganda and once we had removed the ISIL threat, the Shah would be back on his throne and Persia would return to the Old Days.

Another person who really shouldn’t be holding his breath between now and then….although I do agree that life for ordinary people was probably a lot less restricted then, than now.

Number Two has text me to say he has just crossed over the Polish Border and will be in England, soon. This will be interesting as it would appear he is just over 1 month earlier than I require him. I try to call him back but his phone is switched off. Its a nuisance because I would have asked him to turn around and go back home. Because he is such a heavy smoker he always drives from Minsk to us because he says he can continue to smoke. He also says he enjoys the drive and can contemplate the world. For a guy who has never read anything heavier than the Daily Express, I guess you could say that was something of an oxymoron! Oh well, I will just lay another place for lunch on Christmas Day.