In the country Sunday is the day on which you do exactly as much work as you do on other days but feel guilty all the time you are doing it because Sunday is a day of rest.
The coffee was so strong it snarled as it lurched out of the pot.
a grudge will soon rot the pocket you carry it in.
Our little room was morbidly quiet and sorrow was heaped in my corner like dirty snow.
I'll do it because I want to but not because you tell me to!
Gammy used to say, 'Too much scrubbing takes the life right out of things.'