Yesterday we went down to choose a new road to the flying-ground. The Persian Government have answered the Ministers’ note in the most uncompromising terms and there is going to be trouble. They refuse to admit British troops and order them to leave, they practically support Kuchik Khan – a change of Cabinet seems probable, but the next one will vote the same way. I wish to goodness they’d send me some troops – I cannot put up much of a fight with 40 chauffeurs however plucky they may be. I sent down to-day 10 cars to Kermanshah to fetch up I hope 30 men of the Hants Regt [possibly 1/4th Battalion – see here]. That will be a beginning, but if it snows they will not get through I’m afraid.
I hear they have announced in the town that they mean to have a shot at me, I only wonder they haven’t done it a thousand times already – God will see that my life terminates when He wills. Meantime I cannot possibly shut myself up.