An exciting trip I have just received a letter from my brother, Tim. He is in Australia. He has lived there for six months already. Tim is an engineer. He is working for a big company and has gone to a lot of places in Australia. He has bought a Australia car and he has gone to Alice Springs, a small town in the middle of Australia. He is going to visit Darwin soon and from that place he will fly to Perth. My brother never goes abroad before so he thinks it’s an exciting trip.

Please send me a card Postcards make me unhappy in the holiday. Last summer, I went to Italy. I visited museums and went to parks. A friendly waiter taught me some words of Italian and then lent me a book. I read a few lines but I didn’t understand a word. I kept thinking the postcards everyday. How time flies, but I even didn’t send a postcard to my friends. At the last day I made a big decision. I got up early and bought 37 postcards. I stayed in my room for a whole day, however, I couldn’t write a single postcard.

Breakfast or lunch That was a Sunday. In the Sunday I don’t get up early and sometimes I will lay on the bed until lunch time. Last Sunday, I got up very late. I looked out of the window and it was dark outside. “What a bad day!” I thought, “it is raining again.” Meanwhile the telephone was ringing. It was my aunt Lucy. “I have got off the train ,” she said, ”I will visit you at once.” “But I am still having breakfast,” I said. “What are you doing?” she asked. “I am having breakfast,” I said again. “Oh my god,” she said, “do you always get up so late? It’s 1 o’clock pm already!”