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ASLANOVS_LESSONS
SUCCESSLC
 PDFBOOKSYOUNEED
WAY TO IELTS SUCCESS – READING COMPREHENSION 
TEXT 1 
VOCABULARY PART
 
Georgina’s Café

As she leaned over the table to wipe it with the soapy cloth, a strand of hair fell across her face. Georgina 

straightened. With her free hand she pushed the hair back behind her ear and looked over her kingdom. It was a 
small café serving simple food and, although it would never make her rich, it was a living. Outside it was a cold 
wintry day and the café was full of lunch-time customers. 
At the table by the door sat a group of construction workers. They were very loud, laughing and joking 
between mouthfuls of meat pie and gulps of hot tea. On the next table was old Pete, who had come to eat his 
midday meal, alone and silent, just as he had every day since his wife died five years ago. He was Georgina’s 
favourite customer because he didn’t bark out orders to her, like many of the other customers did. In a far 
corner, a few penniless students and unemployed men were drinking tea and reading their papers to keep out of 
the cold. 
In her early thirties, Georgina was small and plump with dark hair and a complexion that had become pale 
from constantly working inside the café. She paid little attention to her appearance, wearing practical, but 
shapeless, clothing covered by an apron. She was too weary to care how she looked, what with working such 
long hours to run the café single-handedly. Yet, even though looking attractive was the last thing on her mind, 
she couldn’t disguise her pretty face and fine large eyes. 
When she was younger, Georgina had imagined that she would have a glamourous career and travel the 
world. But leaving school at sixteen with no qualifications did little to open the doors of opportunity for her. In 
a way, she supposed, she should be grateful that her uncle had left his business to her. She was her own boss, 
following orders from no one. Yet she found it hard to be thankful for the way her life had turned out, working 
hard every day in the café. It was a life that would probably remain exactly the same until she could claim her 
pension in another thirty years. 
The trouble with Georgina was that she was afraid to make changes. Instead of carrying on the little café 
just as her uncle had left it, she had dreamt of turning it into a trendy bistro. She had the skills, she could cook 
good food, but she was afraid of failure. So she found herself stuck in a rut of her own making, desperate for 
some excitement, some change in her life, and in total despair of ever making it happen. 
Georgina came back to earth as one of the workmen shouted for her to bring some fresh tea over to their 
table. She still had many hours of work to do before she returned to her small flat to curl up on the sofa with her 
cat and watch some television. Once she had finished serving customers she would have to clean the café, as 
well as prepare everything to be cooked the next day. Her shoulders slumped a little at the thought, as she 
turned back to the kitchen to make more tea. 
As she put the fresh pot on the table, the door opened and a sharp blast of cold air brought goose pimples to 
her bare arms. In the doorway stood a young man looking confused. Georgina looked over to him and asked 
him to shut the door before he let any more of the cold in. “I just want some directions for a street nearby,” he 
explained. Georgina laughed and told him that it was quite safe for him to come inside and have a warming cup 
of tea while getting the directions he needed. The young man was well-dressed and didn’t look as though he 
spent much time in ordinary cafés but, as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him he smiled at her and 
said, “I don’t mind if I do.” 

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