(Told in Timothy/my point of view)

So, James and I were walking through the Main Street of Godaming. My friend, keen on that tedious thing named shopping, kept insisting that we visit all the charity shops currently open. I rolled my eyes; boring.
We entered a specific charity shop; Oxfam if I remember correctly and, trust me, I always remember correctly. The same as all the rest, it had shelves of petty trinkets, moth eaten clothes and teddy bears that appeared ragged...and likely were. My friend, obsessed with clothing, went to check out the clothing department which wasn't that far away seeing that the shop hardly ranged a couple of meters in length and diameter.
Fortunately, I had a book with me and, leaning against a shelf, I prepared to engage my mind for however long it would take James to choose something that tickled his fancy.
I'm going to ask. What is so exhilarating about shopping for clothes? Trekking through hot and stifling shops and malls for no reason whatsoever; not my cup of tea at all.
"Timothy." I heard him call my name and I turned round. James was holding a garment and, with the questioning look in his eyes, was obviously asking for my 'expert' opinion. I, not being familiar with the trends and fashions that make the world go round, wrinkled my nose in distaste and said "don't ask me. I wouldn't know."
He shrugged and turned away, going back to choose something else.
Flipping through the pages of my book, I found it suddenly hard to concentrate when my eyes were interested in the array of hats upon the topmost area of the shelf I was leaning upon. Eyes lighting up, I took a deer stalker hat and set it jauntily on my head, one ear out and one ear tucked in. Adopting a posh manner, I attracted James's attention and said "what do you think?"
He had a hard time trying to stifle his laughter. "Well, you look quite dashing!" he chuckled.
A smile playing upon my lips, I took another hat; a straw bonnet, and, after removing the deerstalker, placed the next one on my head. Looking into a mirror, I said "I look ridiculous. With that silly pink ribbon around the base..." Taking off the bonnet, I returned both hats to their original places and resumed my bored expression.
After what felt, and probably was, ages, James sought out what he was looking for. A coat and some shoes. Pfft...he already has so many clothes. Why get more?
Never mind James's idiocy. After paying for the clothes, we left to visit the shop named Lormers where they sold stationary, cards, arts and crafts, toys, bath bombs, electronic devices a range of other items. So, we walked in and I immediately went up to the toy section. I may have been seventeen then, but so what? I still like toys. Don't think about judging or criticising me.
(Not finished but it will take some time so here is a part of it for now)

The picture is nowhere near finished.