Scaryduckling sits cross-legged by the pool in our Spanish holiday villa. We're not ponces, by the way. It's rented."There," she announces with triumph, "I've finished this book of Sudoku puzzles."
Then, a sudden realisation hits her: It is only Friday on the first week. What to do now?
"Dad - take me to the shop. I need to buy a new Sudoku book."
"Are you MAD?" I reply, "Have you gone stark-raving bonkers?"
"W..w..why?" she stammers.
"There's no way on Earth you can get yourself a Soduko book on Mallorca."
"Why ever not, dearest Papa?"
"The numbers will be in Spanish."
"Oh. Right."
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