There was one thing that I found rather strange on my first day as a housekeeper at Monk's House. The bathroom was just above the kitchen, and when Mrs Woolf was having her bath before breakfast, I could hear her talking to herself. On and on she went, talking, talking, asking questions and giving herself answers. I thought there must be two or three people up there with her. When Mr Woolf saw that I looked surprised, he told me that Mrs Woolf always said the sentences out loud that she had written during the night. She needed to know if they sounded right and the bathroom was a good place for trying them out.

    I was not allowed to make coffee at Monk's House-Mr and Mrs Woolf were very particular(讲究) about coffee and always made it themselves-so Mr Woolf came into the kitchen at eight o'clock every morning to make it. When we carried breakfast to Mrs Woolf's room, I noticed that she had always been working during the night. There were pencils and paper beside her bed so that when she woke up she could work.

    Mr Woolf's bedroom was outside the house in the garden; I used to think it must not be a bit convenient to have to go out in the rain or to go to bed. His wife's was added onto the back of the house. I can always remember her coming to the house each day from her writing room.

    She used to walk down through the garden, smoking one of her favourite cigarettes in a long holder. She was tall and thin and beautiful. She enjoyed buying dresses in the shops. She wore long skirts-usually blue or brown- in the fashion(时兴式样) of the day, and silk jackets of the same colour.

    The bicycle is one of the simplest yet most useful1in the world. A person riding a bicycle uses2energy to make the bicycle move and there is no pollution at all when you are riding. Even so, in developed3, people would rather drive cars not because the bicycles are expensive or people feel4if they ride to work. It's because5cars on the roads becomes larger. It certainly becomes6to ride a bicycle. As a result, more people put their bicycles away and go to work in their cars and, in this way, the situation is made more serious.

    Last August I went to Tom's farm to help him. August is the btime of the year for farmers, because it is then that they have to cut the corn. It is also the time I had chosen for my holiday, so I decided to do something twas useful and at the same time quite different from my work at the office in London. Luckily the weather was fine during two weeks on the farm.

    One cannot cut the corn when it is wet, because it will go bad when one piles it up if it is not dry. The farmers have to wait for sunshine, and then cut and dthe corn quickly before rain comes.

    My job in the fields was to throw the corn onto the high carts pulled by two huge horses each. Luckily I am quite a strong man, so that I was ato satisfy my critical fellow-workers, who were mostly men and had done this kind of work all their lives. When I woke up the next day, I was so tired that I could hstand up after all the work I had done the day before. This was not surprising of course. However, by the time I walked out to the field, I had become stronger and h.Of course, I also grew hungrier day by day, but luckily there was good food in large quantities to eat on the farm, and I would always take more t I used to when I worked in the office.

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