What Are the TimesMeals? Mr and Mrs Williams had always spent their summer holidays in Englandthe past ,a small boarding-house at the seaside. One year, however, Mr Williams made a lotmoneyhis business , so they decidedgoRome and stay at a really good hotel while they went around and saw the sightsthat famous city.
They flewRome, and arrived at their hotel late one evening. They expected that they would havegobed hun- gry, becausethe boarding-houses they had been usedin the past, no meals were served after seven o'clockthe evening. They were therefore surprised when the clerk who received themthe hallthe hotel asked them whether they would be taking dinner there that night.
"Are you still serving dinner then?" asked Mrs Williams. "Yes, certainly, madam," answered the clerk. "We serveuntil half-past nine. " "What are the timesmeals then?" asked Mr Williams. "Well, sir," answered the clerk, "we serve breakfast from sevenhalf-past eleventhe morning, lunch from twelvethreethe afternoon, tea from fourfive, and dinner from sixhalf-past nine. " "But that hardly leaves any time for ussee the sights of' Rome ! " said Mrs Williamsa disappointed voice.
The Food Is Bad
Lise, Nick and Bill had gone out walking for the day. Nick got back about six. "Haven't Bill and Lise arrived yet?" he asked. "I thought they were aheadme. . . " It was 7. 30 when Bill and Lise came in. The others were just finishing supper. " Whereearth have you been?" Nick asked.
"We'll tell you all aboutafter supper," Bill said. "We'd better go and get our food. The warden's alreatly told us that we're late. . . " After supper, the group sat around talking. STEVE: Ugh ! The food here reallybad. My soup was cold. And the meat-huh! -it was like leather! LtsE: Yes, and they don't give you very much, either. I'm still hungry. Are hostels England always as- badas this? Anna: haven't stayedone for ages. But I'm sure this oneespecially bad. And the wardenso unpleasant. . . MALC: "Don't do this, don't do that. You mustn't do this, you can't do that. . . " STEVE: WEll, I'm goingwrite a lettercomplaint. To the Secretarythe Youth Hostels Association! LIsE: And we'll all help you. . .
7. Read the following dialogue once. Underline the key words while reading and retellyour partner the dialogueyour own words.
A: They don't really think you took it, do they? B: don't know.just know I've never been asked so many questionsmy life. A: How manythem were there? B: Three-but there was onethem who kept asking really stupid questions. A: Like what? B: Oh, he wantedknow what timegot up this morning and ifbad a bath or a shower - you know, things like that. A: Whatearth has that gotdo with some money disappearing? B: I've no idea. Oh yes, and the most ridiculous thing. He asked me whathad for breakfast this morning. A: Oh well, that's it. They obviously think you're a desperate criminal and you have stealeat.should think you'll get thirty years. B: Hmm. Tharik you very much.