There are things that can fly, and others that can't. Sometimes things fly straight down to the ground. Or straight in the toilet, like my keys did yesterday. Fortunately everything was clean, but I washed them several times. Other times things fly because they used to, for example bees. We sounded like a bee-hive in the afternoon as we tried to say mz a lots of times, mzmzmzmzmzmzmzmzmzmzmz.
And time flies. That means people have to fly. That's why Fridays in Malta are not as easy as you would think. First of all you have to get up early, after you've studied hard all night. Then your teachers let you do a test, which is way more difficult then expected. But that all seems easy compared to the lots of goodbyes you're going to say on a Friday. So, lovely people leaving this weekend, have a nice flight, and let me know how you're doing, hope to see you again soon :)
And then, there are carpets, broomsticks...
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