Sentences with phrase «fresh talks last»

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Rudy Giuliani, recently hired to lawyer for President Donald Trump, appeared on Sean Hannity's Old - Timey Propaganda Hour last night and promptly talked his client into a fresh morass of legal and political jeopardy.

Ask me about resurrection and now I'd be likely to talk to you about the last warm gold light of the afternoon and fresh tea leaves and Cheerios on the floor and Van Gogh's brushstrokes and the way women clap their hands together and cross their legs when they laugh properly.

Fresh from dismantling the talk of the North London power shift with a 2 - 0 win over Tottenham Hotspur last week, Wenger also took the opportunity to take a dig on a Spurs supporting BT Sports presenter.

How to Talk So Kids Will Listen & Listen So Kids Will Talk by Adele Faber This bestselling classic includes fresh insights and suggestions as well as the author's time - tested methods to solve common problems and build foundations for lasting relationships, including innovative ways to: · Cope with your child's negative feelings, such as frustration, anger, and disappointment · Express your strong feelings without being hurtful · Engage your child's willing cooperation · Set firm limits and maintain goodwill · Use alternatives to punishment that promote self - discipline · Understand the difference between helpful and unhelpful praise · Resolve family conflicts peacefully Enthusiastically praised by parents and professionals around the world, the down - to - earth, respectful approach of Faber and Mazlish makes relationships with children of all ages less stressful and more rewarding.

More than 20,000 prison officers returned to work last night after the government agreed to fresh talks over pay.

Fresh off three of last year's highest - grossing movies and a hit HBO series, T.J. Miller is in early talks to join Ryan Reynolds in «Deadpool,» and so is «The Transporter Legacy» star Ed Skrein, multiple individuals familiar with the 20th Century Fox project has told TheWrap.

I have been Spring cleaning over the last week or so, ahem to the dust bunnies in this old cottage behind that old trunk... let us not talk about underneath the sofa cushions... yowzas, like where does that stuff come from anyway... So, all inspired by the sunshine, the fresh coastal air (which was actually whipping...

The last thing to talk about when it comes to Call of Duty: WWII is the Zombie mode, and what a breath of fresh air it is.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.