Last night we heard several helicopters overheard. It turns out there was a stabbing just off the high street. I overheard someone on his phone say that one of the culprits were already wanted for attempted murder. Weren't we called "the snobbiest town in the country" at one point? Doesn't look like it any more.
The car is back, and better than before, in theory. After watching all four Mad Max movies with Jen the other weekend, I made sure to put some "guzzaline" in her as soon as possible. If you haven't heard, England is close to actually being like Mad Max 2, with fuel, food, and supply shortages across the country. It's all due to lorry drivers from Europe going back home to the continent. Infuriatingly, they've known about this for five years, and done nothing to prepare. People may laugh when you prepare for the worst, but you're laughing when the worst arrives and you're ready.
