A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk Along the briny beach

We spent worried hours wondering what happened to Johnny. Picasso yelled at Shannon for no better reason then to relieve a bit of tension.

After a while, it was obvious that there wasn't anything we could do, so life sort of went back to normal.

I pondered the latest chess puzzles.

Hans did the laundry.

If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!"

My sister was wondering about that phone call I got just before I left.

"Hello, is this John Edward Grant?" It was a woman's voice, but not one I recognise at all.

"Yes, this is he."

"You have an ex-wife, Alaina?"