I take pleasure in ignoring the weather forecast prefering to wait and see what happens.
A vase of roses in the post office has drops of water on the leaves. Like the flowers, the water drops are plastic.
From the terrace outside Sankey's I see framed in a window a man in his shirt sleeves looking in front of him. I can't see a screen, but he must be at at a computer. How many people in offices are not at computers?