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Tallinn, Estonia

Last night I had dinner in a mediaeval restaurant but tonight I bought a tin of tuna and some mushrooms and did that with the spaghetti I already had in the hostel kitchen. That’s one big advantage of staying in a hostel rather than a hotel: you get to use their kitchen, but while I was eating I had to listen to two English women talking as they lined their stomachs with vodka and coke, presumably before going out on the town:

I only found out today how old my mum is. She’s 55. That’s only 5 years away from 60. So if she’s 55 and I’m 20 how old does that make her when she had me?

Well, 55 minus 20. Whatever that is.