Postcards always spoil my holidays Last summer I went to Italy I visited museum and sat in public-gardens A friendly waiter taught me A few words in Italian Then he lent me a book I read a few lines but I didn't understand a word My holidays passed quickly but I didn't send any cards to my friends On the last day I made a big decision I got up earlt and bought two couple dozen cards I spent the whole day in my room but I didn't write a single card