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The British are often viewed as ___.

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They have ____ which is not understood by the foreigners.

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Talking to other people they always discuss ____.

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The clothes the British wear are usually ____.

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If you have a British friend, this is ____.

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Generally speaking, the British are rude.

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Most British people have their own homes.

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British people still like hunting pets.

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The British are closely connected to their tradition.

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 The British are often very open and spontaneous people.

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 British people still love hunting of foxes and hares.

Reading text

Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

Mark the statements T (True) or F (False)

   When Jenny opened her eyes she saw that it was too early for her to get up. ______

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

Mark the statements T (True) or F (False)

  The girl was rather annoyed that she had to get up so early. ______

Reading text

Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

Mark the statements T (True) or F (False)

 The sounds Jenny heard were similar to those in her dreams. _____

Reading text

Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

 Mark the statements T (True) or F (False)

   The creak of a cupboard door meant that her father was in the kitchen already.____

Reading text

Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

 Mark the statements T (True) or F (False)

   Jenny knew in advance, what her father was going to do.______

Reading text

Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

Mark the statements T (True) or F (False)

   The girl respected her father for his determination to keep to his plans. ______

Reading text

Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

 Mark the statements T (True) or F (False)

   Her father was constantly forgetting where he had put his hat and a water bottle.___

Reading text

Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

Mark the statements T (True) or F (False)

When Jenny got up her father was already heading to the birch trees.________

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

Mark the statements T (True) or F (False)

Father’s routine put the girl into the calm state of mind. _____

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

Mark the statements T (True) or F (False)

 As usually, Jenny’s father was the only one on that road in the country. _____

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

 Circle the correct item

  Dark winter morning

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

 Circle the correct item

 What is suggested in the second paragraph about the noise Jenny heard?

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

 Circle the correct item

 What does ‘that’ in the second paragraph refer to?

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

Circle the correct item

  Jenny’s father was

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

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How did Jenny feel about her father’s behaviour?

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

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Jenny’s father usually began moving faster

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

Circle the correct item

The father was 

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

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 Jenny put on an old jumper because

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

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 Jenny went to the window in order to

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Jenny half opened her eyes to stare at the glowing numbers of the clock radio on the bedside table. As it was still dark, she assumed that it was fairly early, but looking at the clock she realised that it was nearly time for her to get up. She was irritated that the winter darkness had tricked her into thinking she still had a few hours in bed.

As she turned over, she heard a noise from the other bedroom. The sound bore no relation to the images in the dreams she was leaving behind as she slowly woke up. Still half asleep, she realised it was the creak of a cupboard door. This was followed by footsteps padding around the room next to hers and then another creak. It was her father opening and closing his cupboard doors as he prepared for the day. He was always the first one up in the morning. She imagined that he would already have his tracksuit on and was picking up his trainers, about to put them on. The squeak of the bed as he sat down confirmed that.

Her father was predictable, she thought to herself fondly. The night before he had announced that he was going for his usual run by the lake, as he did every morning, no matter what the weather or what other people might want him to do instead. Jenny really admired the fact that he would stick to his plans, whatever obstacles were in his way. He’d do a few exercises to warm up on the terrace outside the house, and then he’d jog down the winding, tree-lined lane to the woods, where he would pick up speed before coming to the lake. He’d run twice around the lake, which at this time would inevitably be covered in mist, before coming home and having two boiled eggs for breakfast. But first of all, before even leaving the house, he’d have to find the woolly hat he always wore and fill his water bottle. This procedure would take a few minutes as he always threw his hat and bottle down on a chair in the kitchen when he came back, but he never remembered this the next morning and would therefore spend several grumpy minutes looking for them before he set off on his morning ritual.

Jenny heard her father go downstairs and waited for a few moments while she knew he would be filling his water bottle and fetching the back door key from a large hook. She then got out of bed, throwing on an old jumper that hung on the back of the door, in order to protect herself from the cold that enveloped the big old house at this time of year. She walked over to the window, and just at that moment, as she had anticipated, her father came out onto the terrace, stamping his feet to warm them up, his water bottle in his hand. How reassuring this was, in a world which sometimes seemed so confusing!

Jenny’s father did his stretching exercises and, after a few minutes, he set off at a jogging speed down the line of leafless birch trees. As usual at this time of year, his movements were the only sign of life on the country lane as he headed off towards the woods and ultimately the lake. Then Jenny noticed something different. It was the figure of a man, his grey jacket camouflaged by the trunks of the birch trees. Once her father had passed, the man melted out from behind the trees and started to follow him.

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 The man in a grey jacket

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I _________ very hard at the moment.

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Water ____ at 100°C.

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 I ____ at 6 o’clock in the morning.

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Their mother _______ the party yesterday.

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She has ___ big black cat.

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Rice ________ in Britain

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There was __ puddle on ___ floor.

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Mozart ________ more than 100 pieces of music.

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Please don’t make so much noise! I ________ to sleep.

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I want _____ a new car.

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Cheese _______ of milk

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I _________ James at the train station at 10 a.m. tomorrow.

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This town is really nice. ________________ here?

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I _____________ to London in my life

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If you ________ hard, you _______ your test

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I have decided ________ my job.

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William and Mary are celebrating their anniversary. They _____________ for 20 years.

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Stop ___________ at me!

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We _____ the accident happen while we ________ the street