Light filtered in through the blinds of the french windows. It made tremulous stripes along the scrubbed pine floor.

I couldn't be bothered to carry the ironing board, so I left it behind.

The colours all inflam'd throughout her train, / She writh'd about, convuls'd with scarlet pain: / A deep volcanian yellow took the place / Of all her milder-mooned body's grace; …

My mother-in-law has been making noises about coming to stay for the summer.