We’ve got a new prime-minister; Mikati. Tall guy. He reminds me of Mr. Rumbold of Are You Being Served. Maybe we’ll get parliamentary elections on May the 31st anyway.
Basil Fleishman died this morning. He was sitting in the front seat of Hariri’s motorcade when it exploded on Valentine’s Day. I wonder where they are going to bury him, since he – being a protestant – cannot be placed where Hariri and his 7 bodyguards – all Moslem – are buried. I find this Virgin Parking lot a pretty poor spot.
The cat’s got worms. Had to wash all the sand in Hana’s sandbox yesterday, by hand, with Clorox and dettol, to clean it yup, as she has shitted all over the sandbox, worms and all. Now it’s got to dry, but the moment you open up the box, cat’s back in again. Wonder how we are going to do this.
And as I got home from work today, I noticed that Walid has decided to break out an entire wall in the kitchen. The man that has to install the window found out the window + window frame didn’t fit in the elevator. “He’s walking up with the window, floor by floor,” reports Adrian. “He might actually make it.” We live on the 12th floor. Well, that’s good news. Hope it doesn’t rain tonight. Wonder what he is planning.
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