Upon entering my hotel room on a recent trip to suburban Venice, an unexpected choice confronted me. My room contained three single beds side-by-side.
My first thought was "I feel like Goldilocks. Which one should I choose?"
I decided to try all three, but unfortunately, I did not experience the satisfactory outcome that Goldilocks achieved.
Bed one: too hard. Bed two: too hard. Bed three: too hard.
In the end, none were "just right," so I chose the middle.
The porridge, however, was another matter altogether. . .
Saturday, 27 September 2008
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