It was a cold winter's night. The wind ... was blowing..and thick snow wasfalling onto the ground. None of us could sleep, so we all were staying up late. While we were sitting in the living room, listening to my brother Jed, play the guitar. Mum came out of the kitchen with hot chocolate for everyone. We werehaving a great time when, suddenly, all the lightswent out. Mum began looking for some candles. Ted was trying to help us when my sister, Emma , fell off the couch. As I was..trying to reach her, I tripped over my brother's guitar. Luckily, Dad found some matches and lit the fire. We could see again but we couldn't stop laughing.
Объяснение:
It's a awesome profession! Guess why i'm chose it? Hmm...
Because I'm work "with my own hand". This is mean, I can to create a beautiful things from wood : stairs,houses,doors and so on. I'm like a painter, but my colors is a wood and everyone can touch my "creation" and use it.
But I need to be really very careful.
Actualy, there many tools which I'm working with and it's all dangerous.
It's a very rare profession in our days and there's no competition in that.
I have a many orders and mostly working every day,ofthenly,even in Sunday.
But it make me happy!