PLEASE
SEND ME A CARD
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!