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Fantino
That's the first week of my holiday over, then. The Thursday was by far the most interesting day, but I'm going to write to you about something else instead.
On my walk into town I pass some impressive houses. They have what I'm going to call tall front gardens, in that they all comprise a set of steps up to the houses themselves, and two or three rows of, well, garden (not a gardening expert since 1980!). On Tuesday when I walked past, I noticed that someone had left an empty can of Fanta on a small portion of soil in one of the gardens.
When I walked past on Friday, the can was still there! I have a couple of theories on this.
1) The owner of the garden is a bit lazy. I don't like this one, because it's somewhat dull.
2) The owner of the garden had removed the can, but someone places a new empty can there every day in some sort of strange ritual. This one is less dull, but I am persuaded that the first theory is more likely.
Sigh.
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