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3. Read the text and choose the best answer (a, b, c or d) to the questions 1-7. A busy saturday

Traffic wasn’t allowed in the town centre any more, apart from buses and taxis and even they couldn’t use the high street. Barry wondered whether this was a good thing or not. Custom at his shoe repair business hadn’t been affected one way or the other, but he was trying to remember how it had been before.

He was sure that somehow the town centre had seemed more alive than now. OK, he thought, now there were flowerbeds and little gazebos where shoppers could rest their feet or examine their purchases. But he missed the hustle and bustle, especially around five o’clock when everyone was rushing home from work. It was strangely quiet now without vehicles hooting their horns and his regular customers didn’t stop to chat while they were looking out for their bus any more. They simply picked up their shoes and dashed off to the bus station.

In the summer, Barry would sometimes stand in the shop doorway enjoying the sunshine as he watched the world go by. A young man came in on Saturdays to give him a hand, but for the rest of the week he was on his own. He liked it that way. If he wanted to pop into the café for a bite to eat, he would just leave a note on the door, “Back in five minutes.” Everyone knew that really meant half an hour.

One day, returning from the café after a particularly tasty lunch, Barry found a woman waiting for him. “Where have you been?” she asked crossly. “Five minutes! More like fifty!” Barry was lost for words. As he fumbled with the lock, she explained why she was there. It was about her son, Phillip, who helped out on Saturdays. She had come to tell Barry that he was away on a school trip, so she would be taking his place at the shop that Saturday.

“No, honestly, there’s no need,” Barry protested. The last thing he wanted was his Saturday ruined by this bossy woman. “No, I insist and that’s the end of it.” Barry knew when he was beaten. After she had left, Barry thought of plenty of things that he could have said, but it was too late. He began to dread Saturday. Perhaps he could take the day off, pretend he was ill or something.

But Saturday was Barry’s busiest day and he couldn’t afford to lose a day’s takings. Sure enough, as the town hall clock struck nine, the woman burst through the door of Barry’s shop. She immediately started on the jumble of shoes and boots awaiting collection, sorting them into piles according to the date they had been left for repair. Even some of the customers stared open-mouthed. Then, just before lunchtime, she decided to start on the pile of paperwork in Barry’s office at the back of the shop.

By now, Barry was totally exhausted just from watching her. “Please slow down for a minute,” he pleaded. “Can’t we pop next door for a quick cup of tea?” “Only for five minutes, I promise.” The woman laughed and closed the filing cabinet she had just started looking through. “Okay, but only five minutes and then I’ve got some great ideas for improving your business.”