This afternoon was the first time I was really caught – alone, in my car, in a traffic jam, with no shelter nearby.  And it was no big deal.  Not compared to my friends, who were just landing and had to circle around in the air for part of an hour.  I’ll find out when they find their luggage and get in touch.

And certainly not compared to the guys in Nahariya who got wiped out.

For some reason I don’t see anything about this in the press abroad – over 200 rockets falling on urban areas, with the Arab villages the least protected and prepared – almost every day.

What the press abroad seems to be focussing on is the number of food trucks that arrive in Gaza every day.  We don’t talk about it much here.  One of the reasons is that we’re really really angry at the Gazans for celebrating every murder of Israelis there.  As much as I cannot bear that lack of sympathy, I understand it.  The Gazans started this war with a very bloody attack that did not endear them to us, they still bomb us whenever they can,  and are aligned with Hizballah who are clearly trying to kill me…

But you know all this.