My husband Pete wasn't in a very good mood when I left for work this morning. He got up, went to the kitchen and we heard from there his angre voice, "Have We run out of coffe again?". So he had to have tea, and you should know that he really hates it. Then he had to iron a shirt before he could go to work. While he were doing that the phone rang. He ran to answern it and, of course, forgot about the iron. When he came back he had burnt a big hole in one sleeve of his shirt and it was completely ruined. But things got even worse: he set off for work and left his briefcase behind with all his notes for a very important business meeting.
Mind you, I didn't have a great start either. I tripped over the children's toys and fell down the stairs. Fortunately, I did not really hurt myself but when I got to my feet I realized I also knocked a lamp over, and it still does not work now.