We all pile into PJ's Vauxhall Corsa. There are four of us. Naturally the two tallest, myself and JB, are shoved in the back. And climbing into the back of a car with only two doors has never been an easy feat for me. It makes me feel like I have an enormously large bottom. Which I don't*.
Our destination for the day: the next Town, as that is where the local government offices are. We are being sued by them for non-payment of council tax, so we have a bit of a problem. Being the non-tax-paying students that we are, we didn't find this out until we returned this week from our parents. Our supposed court date is Thursday.
So we leave our little cul-de-sac (read: narrow road in the Ghetto) and set off.
Twenty minutes later, we have driven a grand total of two hundred yards(they are installing a new traffic light system. Obviously it's not working.), and it dawns on us that we have absolutely no idea as to how to get to the council office. we make a conscious decision to turn back and get the SatNav (christmas present from Dad of PJ). Unfortunately for us, we are in a one way system and therefore have to drive around the entire town to get back to our house, thus adding another ten minutes to our journey. HT gets out, deciding to walk and therefore hoping to get there before us so we dont waste anymore time.
We arrive at the same time, HT having stopped for a beer along the way.
*This said, I don't buy jeans from GAP, as they are made for arses the size of pinheads. Maybe it's just me.
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