When I was at university in London, I used to love to pop into town on a Saturday afternoon and take a break from (1) discussing work (all over the shopam like a bull in a china shopgo on a shopping spreeshop aroundshop until I droptalking shopwindow shopping ) with my classmates. Unfortunately, since I was a student and I had to be careful with my money, I usually ended up (2) just looking (all over the shopam like a bull in a china shopgo on a shopping spreeshop aroundshop until I droptalking shopwindow shopping). If, on the odd occasion, I did need to buy something, I had to (3) search for the best price (all over the shopam like a bull in a china shopgo on a shopping spreeshop aroundshop until I droptalking shopwindow shopping) and went (4) around in a panic (all over the shopam like a bull in a china shopgo on a shopping spreeshop aroundshop until I droptalking shopwindow shopping) to find the best deal.
I have my first job now and don’t live in London anymore. When I get the chance to go back, I usually (5) buy lots of things and (all over the shopam like a bull in a china shopgo on a shopping spreeshop aroundshop until I droptalking shopwindow shopping) (6) carry on shopping until I am exhausted (all over the shopam like a bull in a china shopgo on a shopping spreeshop aroundshop until I droptalking shopwindow shopping ). It’s all very exciting but I (7) rush around and knock things over (all over the shopam like a bull in a china shopgo on a shopping spreeshop aroundshop until I droptalking shopwindow shopping )as I try to find what I’m looking for.