My father works in London. His office is in a big, new building, I think. Every morning he gets up early. He washes in cold water and eats cereal for breakfast. Then he leaves to the railway station. He always takes his umbrella. He reads a newspaper and walks it on the train. In the evening, he leaves work at five o'clock. After dinner he sometimes watches television and 4 reads washing-up. Then he does 10 reads washing-up. Then he does television.
What a boring life!