At a loss just what next to do, you overhear two sweet old ladies anticipating the day's lunch. Realizing you haven't eaten since London, and your titanic battle with Jamie Oliver, you follow the ladies into the hotel restaurant.

               "Have you heard about this civil war in Spain?" one of the old ladies asks the other. The other nods.

             "Whose side are you on then?"

           "Franco. He may be a facist, but at least the trains run on time."

         "You're thinking of Mussolini."

         This conversation intrigues you and once again you wonder what's going. Are you mad? Have you travelled back in time? Or are they mad? Or have they travelled back in time?

The End

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