The dining room had been decorated for the Christmas festivities and there was a warm feeling in the air, as Jim sat with his family enjoying lunch. “Your friend Heidi Goldbloom seems to be in some trouble with this war looming, Owen,” Jim Markson said.
“Are you still going over to Jerusalem on Christmas day,” Carol Markson asked.
“I don't know yet, I have been invited down to RAF Akrotiri to speak at their Christmas day service as well,” answered Jim.
“I think Akrotiri is the safest bet, at least you would be on British territory,” said Carol, “what if there's trouble at the parade, you know how much the Arab block wants the Ark.”
“I don't think Iran would try anything at the parade Jim,” said Owen, “the Ark will be too well protected for another grab. If you do go, I wouldn't mind tagging along, if you don't mind.”
“You'd be very welcome Owen, but I would rather spend the day here, with the family, that's why I'm in two minds.”
“Why don't we all just go to the 'cathedral' at Akrotiri,” said Carol, “that would be really nice.”
“The service is at ten-thirty and the parade is at two, so I could easily do both, I do not like letting Mrs. Goldbloom down, she said they wanted to present us with something to say thanks for retrieving the Ark, again,”
said Jim. “I may give her a call tomorrow to suss out the situation.