Exercise 46
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Exercise 47
Coryn is showing his girlfriend Jacket some photographs that he took at a party of his colleagues from the office.
Jacket:
And who's this guy with the long face and small ears?
Coryn:
Oh, don’t you know? That’s Mery Merrick – our accountant.
Jacket:
Mery?
Coryn:
A nickname we give him. It’s a joke. His real name is Merdhyn.
Jacket:
And the blonde haired girl, the attractive one? Very attractive!
Coryn:
Budhek. She’s really Victoria Watson, but she prefers a Cornish name. Secretary. And safely married!
Jacket:
Okay. And who’s the white headed fellow here – the face that’s covered in squirty cream.
Coryn:
Yes, well, he’s our boss. The general manager, Adam Scrase. And I’m the lad whose squirting the cream.
Jacket:
It’s hardly an effective way to get on in the business.
Coryn:
Innocent fun! That’s all. Adam’s a fine chap. He can understand a slapstick comedy.
Jacket:
At times, Coryn, you’re just not clever at all.
Exercise 48
Cattern Mundy is buying fruit and veg at the market.
Mrs Mundy:
These apples, some of them are small, but perhaps they’re sweet?
Trader:
They’re Cox’s, sweet for sure.
Mrs Mundy:
And what kind are the others – the ones over there?
Trader:
They’re Braeburns. Not so sweet. But bigger, certainly.
Mrs Mundy:
Yes please. I’ll take half a dozen of the bigger ones.
Trader:
Anything else?
Mrs Mundy:
A cauliflower. That one is very small. The other one, next to it, looks much nicer.
Trader:
And some organic carrots perhaps? Or I can sell you parsnips, very good quality. Or something else?
Mrs Mundy:
Are the parsnips organic?
Trader:
Not today. Organic vegetables are often better. I can’t argue with that. But these are really fresh, delicious. Try a pound?
Mrs Mundy:
All right. One pound of the organic carrots, and a pound of parsnips as well.
Trader:
And a turnip to add to them perhaps?
Mrs Mundy:
No thanks.
Trader:
Here are your apples and your vegetables. Goodbye, Madam.