Bill Fuller, the postman, whistled(吹口哨) cheerfully as he pushed his bike up the hill towards Mrs Dunley's house. His work for the day was almost finished. His bag, usually quite heavy when he set out on his road, was empty now except for the letter that he had to deliver(递送) to Mrs Dunley. She lived over a mile from that village so that, when Bill had a letter for her, he always finished his day's work much later. He did not mind this, however, because she never failed to ask him in for a cup of tea.

    When Bill entered the gate of Mrs Dunley's house, he was surprised not to find her working in the garden. She usually spent most afternoons there when the weather was fine. Bill went straight round to the back of the house, thinking that she might be in the kitchen. The door was locked and the curtains were drawn. He returned to the front of the house and knocked hard on the door. There was no answer. Bill thought that this was very strange because he knew that Mrs Dunley hardly left the house.

    Just then, he noticed that her bottle of milk, which was delivered early in the morning, was still on the doorstep. This worried him. If Mrs Dunley had not taken in her milk, perhaps she was ill. Bill walked round the house until he found an open window. He squeezed(挤) through it. Then he went into the hall. There he almost fell over Mrs Dunley, who was lying at the foot of the stairs unconscious(昏迷不醒的). Realizing that there was little he could do for her, Bill rushed out of the house, stopped a passing car and told the driver to telephone for an ambulance(救护车) as soon as he got to the village.

    Last year I was very lucky to have a week's holiday. So I wanted to spend 1 in the best hotel I could find. That was 2 I chose The Haven in a country park. I thought I would be able to escape problems and pressures of daily life. But, just 24 hours after arriving there, my wife and I 3 problems with the restaurant and security.

    We were ready to return to our room when we saw two policemen 4  closely at the building outside. One of them showed us how 5 in through the windows into our room. It seems that the hotel has no locks on the windows. 6 we were a little worried, our concerns were forgotten 7 when we saw a good-sized bed, a flat-screen TV, a spa bath which more suggested a comfortable stay.

    Things started to go from bad to worse the following morning when I found the restaurant only served low-fat meals: six days of rabbit food and only 8 meat and fruit. What had I let myself in for? Nobody had told us what the food 9 like before we booked. I ordered my breakfast 10 my will anyway, but I had waited forty-five minutes for it to arrive. This was not the service 11 I had expected.

    That afternoon, when we returned from a tour around 12 university nearby, we found that nearly £200 13 from our room. The Haven refused to pay back the money. They claimed that they 14 not be responsible for any loss if our window was not locked.

    My holiday was then a total failure. I thought a "haven" was sure to be a quiet and peaceful place. But in fact, I have experienced 15 stress and worry in that one day than I usually do working in the office for a week.

In our kitchen, there's a wooden table and three chairs. The chair for my dad is always1 . Thanks' Giving Day is coming. How can I be thankful without my dad? Every night I go to sleep, whispering," Maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow."

That morning, the smell of coffee 2 me up. I run into the kitchen. There he is. Dad lifts me onto his shoulders." How's my boy? You've got so big that I can 3 . I' ll you up anymore."

Mum says she's going to make an apple ple for dad's homecoming dinner." Go to the shelf and get that Jar of apples for me, please. Jimmy." That's the 4 jar of apples on shelf. Every time I passed the shelf, I looked at the Jar.5 for dad to come home earlier. My mouth waters just at the word apple.

I take the jar from the shelf and run to my dad and mum, so 6 to be with them. But then ! studio(绊倒) and 7 . When I put out my hand to steady myself, the jar drops through my8 . It is broken, and bits of apple fly everywhere.

Then I hear my mum's steps and 9 ." Are you hurt?" She checks me for cuts. That's the last jar we've been saving to welcome dad home with weeks of no dessert. I want her to shout at me, but all she said was " Don't worry. I am going to make my Mama Sugar Pie 10 apple."