“Let us into the room,” the friends replied.
Jane opened the door and they stepped in shaking their heads, and grumbling about the weather.
“I could do with a cup of coffee”, Kevin said, shaking the frost off his coat.
Len trudged in, stamping his boots. He did not want to stain the laminate floor.
Aunty Em sighed, and coughed to clear her throat. She did not care about the weather; all she wanted was to hear about the new threads.