I am at work. Early morning. Clearing the inbox. Just got this email from someone I work with frequently:
Having a quiet beer on a roof terrace overlooking the Ancient Blue Mosque, the Bosphorous shimmering in the early evening sun, the Imam just calling the faithful to prayer and the smell of kebabs wafting on the air, my wife getting a massage from some bronzed Adonis (actually he’s a sweaty version of OddJob – I checked), and my daughters reading and listening to ipods in their room, what else is a chap to do but help out his clients?
Jealous. I’m deeply jealous. WAC would be proud of him.