English Grammar through Stories
by Alan Townend
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Phrasal verb run or «A Christmas postman»
This story contains a lot of combinations with the phrasal verb
run
.
Do you know the meaning of all of them? Read the story and then
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«A Christmas postman»
My main reason for becoming a temporary postman during the
Christmas holiday
period was because I had
run up
some rather
large bills and what was more important I had
run out of
money. My
trainer was a postman by the name of Ted with a life time of
experience in doing all the walks in the town. It was all a question of
order, he said and then he
ran through
the steps I had to take the
moment I got into the sorting office. He didn't want any of his
trainees to
run away with
the idea that being a postman was an easy
job. He was fed up with people he
ran across
every so often who
claimed that it was only a part-time job because it was all finished by
mid-day. He
ran over
the sequence very carefully. The first
thing was
to be punctual since you started at a time when most people were
still asleep. Immediately you arrived you had to start sorting the mail
into the different pigeon holes. Sometimes you
ran up against
some
terrible handwriting and didn't know where the letter should go. He
was always
running down
teachers for not
teaching children to write
properly. These letters should be put to one side and old Charlie, the
handwriting expert, would
run through
them later. The next step was
to
run off
some cold water, fill the kettle and then make a cup of tea.
Ted was always calm and optimistic. He never let himself get
run
down
by the job. He left me alone for an hour to follow his method
and asked me to call him if I
ran into
any difficulties. As he had been
running about
his house since two that morning because of a burst
water pipe, he went to have a quiet rest.
At first I got on famously finding the right pigeonholes, checking
Ted's list and putting the letters in bundles. After about two hours of
this my
internal battery started to
run down
and I found myself
running out of
patience. It was at this stage that Ted came
running
in
encouraging me to finish and get out on the road. The post office
in this country district didn't
run to
vans because of the expense. I
had to make do with a bicycle that looked as though it had been
run
into
several times. Once out in the open air I
ran into
a
violent
shower but soon the sun came out. The shouts of joy coming from
some houses as I put the mail through the letter box made up for
the discomfort and I was beginning to feel like a real Father
Christmas. I then came to number 56 that Ted had warned me
about. They had a ferocious dog. The only way to deal with this one,
Ted recommended, was to
run at
the door shove the letters through
the door and
run away
as quickly as possible. I did just that but in
my haste I dropped a small packet that fell into a puddle. I didn't
have the courage to make another assault on the house. Instead I
took the packet home to dry it out. I knew
if I told Ted, he would
run
on about
being strictly against the rules but I was convinced it would
not matter. In my kitchen I
ran
my eyes
across
the address and saw
the recipient was a «Master Richard» I was ashamed of my