Listening 2

1 She’s my best friend. She comes into my bedroom every morning and jumps onto my bed. She’s always happy to see me, which is nice. She loves hiding under a newspaper and rushing in and out, round and round. She’s done that since she was a kitten. And if I’m upset, and I go to my room, she follows me. I tell her all my problems and she listens, you know.

2 They’re a nice couple. We’re at 18 and they’re at 20, next door. They keep themselves to themselves – sometimes I meet them when I’m going out to work in the morning, and we say hello, but otherwise I don’t see much of them. They keep their house and garden really neat and tidy. We get on fine.

3 We sometimes argue, because we share an office, and I think if you share an office you get on each other’s nerves a bit. You know, stupid things, like should the window be open or closed, should the heating be on or off, whose turn it is to wash the cups, that sort of thing … Most of the time we get on OK.

4 I want him to be tall, dark, and handsome! He has to be young-ish, in his 20s, with big brown eyes. He has to dress well – you know, nice clothes, not necessarily expensive. And he should be kind and considerate, and listen to what I have to say, and respect my opinions.

5 We knew each other for years before we started going out together. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight! But we get on really well, we never argue, our friends can’t believe it! I was a bit worried when we decided to get married last year – I thought it would change things, but it’s been fine.