When on holiday, there are always moments of slackness, moments of desultory ambivalence, where all that can be done is to get the pencils and crayons out. I can't remember what the proper name for the drawing game is when one person draws the head, another the body, etc, but whatever it's called, that's what we played.
This first was the hotel proprietor.
This was the woman in the Spar shop.
This was the advertising hoarding in the local village.
And this was the lady at immigration coming back to England.
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