When I was a child I often went to see my grandmother. I thought her house was as beautiful as a palace and the garden seemed bigger than a park. As I grew older the house and garden seemed smaller but I still loved visiting the old lady. There were so many beautiful things in the house. Sometimes I played with the doll’s house, which was older than Grandmother, herself; at other times I looked at books which were more interesting than my children’s books at home. I loved her pictures and the old clock, but most of all I loved a big Chinese vase which stood in the hall. It was taller than I was, and I could not see inside it. I walked round and round it looking at the beautiful ladies and the birds and flowers and trees, and grandmother often told me stories about these ladies.
When I married I took my two sons to visit their great-grandmother. They didn’t like the beautiful books and the vase as I did. They preferred playing football in the garden. Before she
One day I came home from the shops. Two small boys met me at the door. They looked guilty. Paul had a ball in his hands. “I’m as strong as George Best, Mummy”, he said. “I got a goal and I broke the vase”. Philip tried to be more diplomatic than Paul is. “It doesn’t really matter, does it? You told us it wasn’t new”.
Mark each true statement “T” and each false statement “F”.
When I was a small boy I often went to see my grandmother. The grandmother s house looked like a. palace. The doll’s house was very old. I hadn ‘t got anything to play with. The most interesting thing for me was the old clock. A big Chinese vase was very tall and covered with different pictures. The Chinese vase left in the grandmother s house. The boys preferred not to play football but read books. I was met at the door by my sons. The boys looked guilty because they had broken the vase.
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