Intermediate English Course
Programme 10
Text Three

The Season of Change

Mrs. Smith Good evening, Mrs. Janes. It's become quite chilly all of a sudden, hasn't it?
Mrs. Jones Yes, I think the summer is over at last and winter's on the way.
Mrs. Smith The nights are certainly drawing in. It gets dark soon after tea-time now. I suppose we'll be lighting the fires again in a few weeks.
Mrs. Jones I'm really looking forward to sitting by a blazing coal fire again. I don't mind the winter nights as long as the house is cosy and warm, and I adore the crisp, fresh autumn air.
Mrs. Smith So do I. I much prefer autumn and winter to summer. I can't stand the heat. Do you remember that heat-wave we had in July? It got so hot that I couldn't go to sleep at night and the milk turned sour before you could put it in the fridge.
Mrs. Jones I used to love the summer, but now I'm growing older I like it less and less.
Mrs. Smith Well, we're all getting older; there's no doubt about that. The summers seem to flash past faster and faster every year.
Mrs. Jones Have you noticed the old oak trees in the lane? The leaves have turned yellow already. They look quite beautiful.
Mrs. Smith When the leaves change colour, everyone says how beautiful they look. My hair was yellow once and now it's going grey, but no one says it looks beautiful any more.
Mrs. Jones Never mind, Mrs. Smith. The trees will be losing their leaves in a few weeks. At least you aren't going 30 bald.

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