My neighbour put this little map in here. See it? Clust’r maps, in the right column there.
It shows me all these foreign lands with people who came here and looked at my diary. It gave me quite a turn! I had to sit down with an asprin and a small glass of sweet sherry to recover.
You would think these people had nothing better to do. Would you voluntarily choose to read an old lady’s diary? But I suppose foreigners have a different way of spending their time. When they have any time left over from growing their strange foreign vegetables.
They must get very tired speaking a foreign language too, it takes a lot out of you. I know what it’s like, a simple stroll to get a pint of milk from the corner shop can be exhausting.
With a bongiorno and a bella gianata to Mrs DiBenedetto and Mrs Poggioreale, a kalimera to Mrs Karayannis and a buenos dias to Mrs Ramirez, by the time I reach the corner I have to stop for a little rest. Fortunately Mrs Nguen speaks English.
The map shows people from USA have been here, I think they speak mainly English, a type of English at any rate, at least as understandable as Danish. Although I don’t think they actually grow any strange foreign vegetables or any vegetables at all for that matter. I’ve seen them on the telly, their vegetables come in packets.
It takes all types I suppose.