Off again! This time to the land of the Ottoman, where my friends and I will regroup and plan a refreshed attack upon the unspent wealth of the Gulf.
Having been had, we all agree that it is time the mouse roared. Shame that I killed most of them in the Roding Valley, but there we go. It is time for us to plot our next steps, to fashion a business, and to create ourselves a future.
I leave on the overnight camel from Essex, due for a week on the Turkish Riviera. There are apparently more people there from the UK, all of whom have diminishing assets in the form of investment holiday property. Time for them to have a rethink in the personal financial area of their collective minds. We will arrive bearing offshore tax-free gifts to invigorate their jaded palates. Pity the weather is about as sprightly as it is in Blighty.
More news soon. Hoscakalin for now! (Cannot find the correct accented keys on my US -laden device.)
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