14th November. Bin Laden Found!

I must admit this is a dream, in case the CIA is already onto this. If you are - Hi there, it must be a tough job, surveillance.

Isabelle's family by a strange quirk are all Saudis, we are visiting them in Saudi Arabia.

The Grandparents live in what looks like a bungalow with various aunts and uncles thrown in. The entrance hall has a door that looks like a cupboard but is actually a front room.

For some reason they have a lodger staying there who has it furnished as a bedsit. We go in to meet them.

The tenant is a fairly quiet old man who seems happy enough living in there but keeps the curtains drawn and never goes out. They bring his meals to him. I'm surprised to find out it's Bin Laden and he's aged quite a bit from the photographs in circulation.

It seems a bit weird that the authorities aren't wise to this fact, and I assume that Isabelle's Grandfather has somehow bribed the necessary officials.

It's clear that the facts surrounding the house guest are not to be shared outside of the family.

"I wonder if he ever thinks about the 4000 odd people that died?" I mention to Isabelle sometime afterwards.

A woman overhears me in a restaurant and says "Bin Laden? Where?"

"No, no, it's just a joke!" I say in a hurried attempt to cover up my blunder...