To get bored with each other, from the radio, the sounds of Bacharach we can.
Rain lets up after, on a windscreen, to be stained with in red.
By my right hand, to grip the uncomfortable, and hesitate to say.
At second anniversary of her death, to be at sixes and sevens, busy for dish-washing.
After Sunday, being busy, Monday comes. Or, on Sunday, a busy mother has been busy, on Monday.