Lesson54 Sticky fingers
After breakfast, I sent the children to school and then I went to shops. It was still early when I returned home. The children were at school, my husband was at work and the house was quiet. So I decided to make some meat pies. In a short time I was busy mixing butter and flour and my hands were soon covered with sticky pastry. At exactly that moment, the telephone rang. Nothing could have been more annoying. I picked up the receiver between two sticky fingers and was dismayed when I recognized the voice of Helen Bates. It took me ten minutes to persuade her to ring back later. At last I hung up the receiver. What a mess! There was pastry on my fingers, on the telephone, and on the door-knobs. I had no sooner got back to the kitchen than the door-bell rang loud enough to wake the dead. This time it was the postman and he wanted me to sign for a registered letter!
ˈlɛsən54 ˈstɪki ˈfɪŋgərz
ˈæftər ˈbrɛkfəst, aɪ sɛnt ðə ˈʧɪldrən tu skul ænd ðɛn aɪ wɛnt tu ʃɑps. ɪt wʌz stɪl ˈɜrli wɛn aɪ rɪˈtɜrnd hoʊm. ðə ˈʧɪldrən wɜr ætskul, maɪ ˈhʌzbənd wʌz æt wɜrk ænd ðə haʊs wʌz ˈkwaɪət. soʊ aɪ ˌdɪˈsaɪdɪd tu meɪk sʌm mit paɪz. ɪn ə ʃɔrt taɪm aɪ wʌz ˈbɪziˈmɪksɪŋ ˈbʌtər ænd ˈflaʊər ænd maɪ hændz wɜr sun ˈkʌvərd wɪð ˈstɪki ˈpeɪstri. æt ɪgˈzæktli ðæt ˈmoʊmənt, ðə ˈtɛləˌfoʊnræŋ. ˈnʌθɪŋ kʊd hæv bɪn mɔr əˈnɔɪɪŋ. aɪ pɪkt ʌp ðə rəˈsivər bɪˈtwin tu ˈstɪki ˈfɪŋgərz ænd wʌz dɪˈsmeɪd wɛn aɪ ˈrɛkəgˌnaɪzd ðəvɔɪs ʌv ˈhɛlən beɪts. ɪt tʊk mi tɛn ˈmɪnəts tu pərˈsweɪd hɜr tu rɪŋ bæk ˈleɪtər. æt læst aɪ hʌŋ ʌp ðə rəˈsivər. wʌt ə mɛs! ðɛr wʌzˈpeɪstri ɑn maɪ ˈfɪŋgərz, ɑn ðə ˈtɛləˌfoʊn, ænd ɑn ðə dɔr-nɑbz. aɪ hæd noʊ ˈsunər gɑt bæk tu ðə ˈkɪʧən ðæn ðə dɔr-bɛl ræŋ laʊdɪˈnʌf tu weɪk ðə dɛd. ðɪs taɪm ɪt wʌz ðə ˈpoʊstmən ænd hi ˈwɑntəd mi tu saɪn fɔr ə ˈrɛʤɪstərd ˈlɛtər!
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