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 a few lines, but I did not understand
a word. Every day I thought about postcards. 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!&