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Phrasal Verbs and Idioms in Context Suitable for levels B2-C1 PHRASAL VERBS AND IDIOMS IN CONTEXT This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, businesses, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarities to events, locales, or persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental and should be recognised as such. © 2018 by Jacqueline Melvin NOTICE OF RIGHTS All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the author. ISBN: 9781719939867 English as a foreign language Suitable for late intermediate to advanced learners of English Join Mark on his life changing journey while learning hundreds of phrasal verbs and idioms along the way. As well as changing his own life, Mark inadvertently changes the lives of several people – each with a story to tell - each linked by destiny. How to use this book Phrasal verbs are in italics while idioms and idiomatic phrases are underlined. Several stressed words are also in italics. Each chapter is followed by two glossaries, one for phrasal verbs and one for idioms. The meaning of each phrasal verb is determined according to its context in the story although many have different meanings in other contexts. Several of the more common phrasal verbs are recycled throughout the book. This book is based on standard British English Contents Mark Karen Giancarlo Maria Evening classes Dora Bellucci Sergio Gianna goes to Rome Maria breaks her heart Giuseppina has an idea Mark’s new flat Giancarlo receives a phone call Mark’s housewarming Sergio goes to Rome Handing out the flyers The new courses A helping hand Mr De Longo bumps into Mr Esposito Giancarlo meets Avvocato De Longo England here we come Arriving in Bournemouth A day trip to London Back in Rome New premises Promotion for Mark La Bella Napoli Gianna goes home for the weekend Giancarlo reflects A proposal Mark and Maria A weekend in Maria’s hometown Maria and Mark return to Rome Giancarlo breaks the news A letter to Sergio Iva’s recount Sergio receives a letter Sergio’s letter to Giancarlo Sergio’s letter to Mark and Maria Giancarlo makes a decision Sergio sweet talks Mark and Maria break the news The double wedding Arriving in Bournemouth Giancarlo leaves Italy Baby Tonino Mark MARK MILROY HAD FORGOTTEN TO SET the alarm clock the night before when he’d rolled in half cut from his friend Joe’s engagement party. Now he had slept in and, once again, he’d be late for work. Oh he shouldn’t have overdone it with the drink he thought as he rushed to the toilet to spew up. He should have learned his lesson by now. But it was always a case of ‘never again until the next time’ with Mark. It was the third time this month he’d woken up with the most horrendous of hangovers and he’d vowed never to touch the bottle again. He’d sworn to himself that he was going to give up drinking once and for all. It wasn’t his fault he told himself. It just was not his fault if other people invited him to parties and pubs and put temptation right in front of his face. He could have ordered some lemonade or a glass of fruit juice but hey, there was no fun in drinking soft drinks. He liked the hard stuff plus the boys would just laugh in his face and call him a sissy or a pansy if he were to be seen with a glass of lemonade or the likes in his hand. Mark had been known as the local hard man since the age of thirteen and hard men do not drink lemonade. He’d also been the leader of the “LYT", Liverpool young team, all throughout his teens and early twenties. He’d always been a born leader and people had always looked up to him. He had a reputation to live up to. He had a look in the mirror and didn’t like what he saw. His face was a purplish colour and the tip of his nose was deep purple tinged with red thread veins – a tell-tale sign of a hardened drinker he thought alarmingly to himself. He’d always been such a handsome lad with those rough and ready good looks. All the girls had swooned over him at school fighting for his attention. The lifestyle he led was beginning to take its toll on him. He was on the verge of losing what Mother Nature had so generously bestowed him with. If he didn’t pull up his socks pretty quickly, those good looks would soon be gone. Of late he’d noticed that quite a few of his mates were beginning to thin on top. He should thank his lucky stars that he still had a decent head of hair on him – a thick mop of wavy blonde locks. His bright blue eyes were not so bright this morning. They were puffy and blood shot. He didn’t look like, or
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