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

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; …