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Mrs. Smith: Good evening, Mrs. Jones. It’s become quite chilly all of a sudden, hasn’t it?

Mrs. Jones: Yes, I think the summer is over at last and winter’s on the way.

Mrs. Smith: The nights are certainly drawing in1. It gets dark soon after tea-time now. I suppose we’ll be lighting the fires again in a few weeks.

Mrs. Jones: I’m really looking forward to sitting by a blazing2 fire again. I don’t mind the winter nights as long as the house is cosy and warm, and I adore the crisp3, fresh autumn air.

Mrs. Smith: So do I. I much prefer autumn and winter to summer. I can’t stand the heat. Do you remember that heat-wave we had in July? It got so hot that I couldn’t go to sleep at night and the milk turned sour before you could put it in the fridge.

Mrs. Jones: I used to love the summer, but now I’m growing older I like it less and less.

Mrs. Smith: Well, we’re all getting older; there’s no doubt about that. The summers seem to flash4 past faster and faster every year.

Mrs. Jones: Have you noticed the old oak trees in the lane5? The leaves have turned yellow already. They look quite beautiful.

Mrs. Smith: When the leaves change colour, everyone says how beautiful they look. My hair was yellow once and now it’s going grey, but no one says it looks beautiful any more.

Mrs. Jones: Never mind, Mrs. Smith. The trees will be losing their leaves in a few weeks. At least you aren’t going bold6.