My uncle is A shopkeeper. He has A shop in AN old village by THE River Thames near Oxford. THE shop sells A lot of things: bread, milk, fruit, vegetable and newspapers – almost everything. It is also A post-office. THE children in THE village always stop to spend A few pence on sweets or ice-cream on their way home from school. My uncle doesn’t often leave THE village. He hasn’t got A car, so once A month he goes by bus to Oxford and has lunch at THE Grand Hotel with some friends. He is one of THE happiest men I know.