The story
On Saturday I go to the shop with my mother.
We need bread, milk and apples.
The shop is very big.
I find the bread. It is two pounds.
My mother takes the milk and the apples.
I want some chocolate too.
"How much is it?" I ask.
"One pound fifty," says the man.
My mother pays ten pounds and gets some change.
We walk home with three bags.