Tuesday 17 November 2015

Reading is to the mind what exercising is to the body. (Joseph Addison)

[174 pages!]
The book follows a small cross-section of the inhabitants of one south London street, and the people who come to work for them, over a year, in which the settled citizens interact with the newcomers who are trying to negotiate a place for themselves in British society. Among them are a Polish man working as a builder, a well-educated Hungarian woman who takes a job as a nanny, a Senegalese footballer being groomed for stardom at great expense, and also Quentina, a hated local traffic warden, who is a political refugee from Zimbabwe with a university degree, and can support herself only by paying for a forged work permit. All of them have to be tough, drawing on their wits, prepared to adapt themselves to what is required, ready to accept and brush aside humiliation. Their experience of London counterpoints with that of the luckier inhabitants. (The Observer) 
Sorry, O, for taking so long to get back to you on this :( but here it is: The possessive case with gerunds

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