A black limo rounded the corner with a squeal of tires.

So it's finally time to pay the piper.

Right now my score in Cooking is about 45 out of 100. Great isn't it? That's not a fail!

It's OK, that doesn't count.

Fred's agitation has now subsided, and he's sleeping peacefully.

I came to know the man who is now my husband through e-mail; from an acquaintanceship started in that odd way, before a month had passed, we found ourselves resolving to get married.

This time I stayed for the first time in a private villa, and it was really quite something.

Was your mock exam score this time within the pass range for your preferred school?

For some reason it looks to be turning out to be a depressing week.

This wasn't here this morning ... looks like somebody's been fly tipping.