As I was passing through Central station I saw a lady so fat that she had to pass through the extra-wide luggage gate to the platform.
Outside of our Marsfield site there was a young man besides a tree. He was equipped with a big fluffy microphone and stuffed cat.
One of our bosses told us he was changing jobs to another, more senior, area of the organisation, but only after we had returned to the other office from our planning meeting.
A policeman and woman knocked on our door this evening asking for a Mr Brown. We don't know who Mr Brown is. They said Kita was a beautiful dog.