Postcards always spoil my holidays. Last

summer, I went to Italy. I visited

museums and sat in public gardens. A

friendly waiter taught me a few words of

Italian. 'Then he lent me a book. I read

is few lines, but I did not understand a

word. Every day I thought about post-

cards. My holidays passed quickly, but I

did not send any cards to my friends. On

the last day I made a big decision. I got

up early and bought thirty-seven cards

I spent the whole day in my room, but I

did not write a single card !