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Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

Mark the correct variant.

Monday morning is the worst time of weak because… .

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

Jane has two children, a boy and a girl who … .

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

One Monday morning … .

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

David climbed a tree … .

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

Jane made her husband’s favourite cake … .

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

Mark the sentences true or false.

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people.

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

Jane was a clerk at one of the banks of Chicago.

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

One Monday morning was worse than usual.

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

She wanted to do some shopping, so she sent her children to the neighbor.

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

When she came back she looked out into the garden and saw her son David on the ground.

Monday morning is the worst time of the week for a lot of people, because it is the end of the weekend and the beginning of another week of work. More things seem to go wrong on Monday morning that on other days.

        Jane, a friend of mine, has two children, a boy and a girl, who often make her life very difficult, especially on Monday morning.

        One Monday morning was worse than usual. She wanted to do some baking, so she sent the children into the garden to play. She made her husband’s favourite cake and put it in the oven. When she had finished she looked out into the garden and saw David climbing a tree. She was not worried because he had never fallen before.

        Then she went upstairs to make the beds. When she was upstairs she suddenly heard a branch break. She looked out quickly and saw David on the ground. His arm was in a funny position and she thought he had broken it. Her neighbor came to help. Jane asked her to phone the doctor.

        In half an hour the doctor came and took David to hospital. Jane sent her daughter to play next door. As she went into the house she smelt something burning. ‘Oh, no! The cake!’ she cried. It was burnt black. She sat down to have a rest.

        When John came home for lunch he saw his wife sitting there and felt that something was wrong. He also smelt something burning.

        ‘Tell me the worst’, he said. ‘Well, I’ll tell you the good news first’, Jane replied. ‘I’ve made your favourite cake this morning, the house isn’t on fire and our daughter hasn’t broken her arms.

So, she decided to call an ambulance.