W:Well, Bill? Why do you look unhappy?
M:Oh, Stella, I had a quarrel with Mr. Philips.
W:Mr. Philips! What on earth was it about?
M:Well, I have made three bad mistakes so far this week. Today I forgot to give him an important message, so he got really angry with me.
W:But I don’t understand. You are usually very careful.
M:I’m just so tired. I don’t know what I am doing.
W:Why? Have you been going to bed late these days?
M:No. But I always wake up very early and can’t go back to sleep.
W:Why?
M:It’s my neighbour, the milkman next door. He has to get up at half past four and he always turns his radio on loudly.
W:Ask him to turn it down then.
M:It’s difficult. I don’t know him yet.
W:If you don’t want to see him, why not write him a letter?
M:Good idea! But can you give me a hand?
W:Sure. Let’s begin.