Reveal Jesus, you startled me. I wasn't expecting you here. It's been a real day for expectations. Where were you? I've been waiting here for an hour. I wasn't planning on going anywhere--- I can see that. Where's your coat? I left the house in a hurry. I ... um ... my mother ... The hospital reached you? God, I'm sorry. That's why--- The hospital? They called me when they couldn't get you. I don't understand. Your mother. You said --- I ran out to buy some flowers for her. She's been so down. For three hours you've been buying flowers? And then I drove around. I've had ... a lot on my mind. But I'm fine now. Fine. You didn't go by the hospital? No. Look, I'm freezing. Let's go inside. Why did the hospital call? We have to go to the hospital. Now. The rest of your family is already there. Oh. Oh, God. Mom's all right, isn't she? Oh, Christ, she isn't... She's dead.
Gap fill exercises The cat that walked by himself PUSSY can sit by the fire and sing, Pussy can climb a tree, Or play with a silly old cork and string To'muse herself, not me. But I like Binkie my dog, because He knows how to behave; So, Binkie's the same as the First Friend was, And I am the Man in the Cave. Pussy will play man-Friday till It's time to wet her paw And make her walk on the window-sill (For the footprint Crusoe saw); Then she fluffles her tail and mews, And scratches and won't attend. But Binkie will play whatever I choose, And he is my true First Friend. Pussy will rub my knees with her head Pretending she loves me hard; But the very minute I go to my bed Pussy runs out in the yard, And there she stays till the morning-light; So I know it is only pretend; But Binkie, he snores at my feet all night, And he is my Firstest Friend! Rudyard Kipling
Using colours to highlight It was a cold grey day in late November. The weather had changed overnight, when a backing wind brought a granite sky and a mizzling rain with it, and although it was now only a little after two o'clock in the afternoon the pallor of a winter evening seemed to have closed upon the hills, cloaking them in mist. It would be dark by four. The air was clammy cold, and for all the tightly closed windows it penetrated the interior of the coach. The leather seats felt damp to the hands, and there must have been a small crack in the roof, because now and again little drips of rain fell softly through, smudging the leather and leaving a dark-blue stain like a splodge of ink. The wind came in gusts, at times shaking the coach as it travelled round the bend of the road, and in the exposed places on the high ground it blew with such force that the whole body of the coach trembled and swayed, rocking between the high wheels like a drunken man. Extract from Jamaica Inn by Daphne du Maurier
Other useful techniques and activities <ul><li>Reordering sentences using drag and drop </li></ul><ul><li>Building up vocabulary via brainstorming/mapping diagrams </li></ul><ul><li>Team games using the timer </li></ul><ul><li>Using layers to focus on grammar </li></ul>