Подчеркнуть артикли 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.