Keeping Up with the Kalashnikovs
Fionn has been kidnapped by a gang of ruthless criminals in the African country of, I don't know, Unganga Nanga. The Deportment of Foreign Affairs is refusing to send in a team of crack marines to extract him. It turns out they don't do that kind of thing, the pack of useless cauliflower worriers.
As it happens, just between ourselves, I wouldn't mind a few weeks being bound and gagged in a basement myself, just for a break from my life. Sorcha is up the spout again. My daughter has grown into a mix between Suri Cruise and a Chucky doll. And one or two of my other chickens - well, birds - are coming home to roost.
So suddenly, I realize what I have to do - go to Africa to find my friend and bring him home. Except what I hadn't realized until this very moment is that Unganga Nanga is no country for old tens.
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