Remember this blog? Well disregard it, because Cliffey has his car back.
Sarah was working yesterday evening, and it wasn't hard to persuade Cliffey to drive to Next and pick her up at 7 (he was pretty excited just to be driving again). After a brief diversion involving some Penarth girls and waiting far too long to get served at Buffalo bar (although in all fairness their chips and that Solero mocktail thing were awesomatic), we decided to go to Sarah's house in Swanbridge and pick up the door that her dad had been keeping for Cliffey (he wants to make a dartboard stand or something, I don't know).
So we made the journey to Swanbridge, humming along to Klezmer Kollectiv all the while, but upon our arrival we encountered a problem: the door didn't really fit in the car.
We tried our best. Cliffey folded down seats, twisted and turned it but eventually admitted defeat.
But all was not in vain, for in addition for the lovely drive, we ended up going to Harvester afterwards.
We were very full afterwards. Good to have you back, Xander.
Joel.
So we made the journey to Swanbridge, humming along to Klezmer Kollectiv all the while, but upon our arrival we encountered a problem: the door didn't really fit in the car.
We tried our best. Cliffey folded down seats, twisted and turned it but eventually admitted defeat.
But all was not in vain, for in addition for the lovely drive, we ended up going to Harvester afterwards.
We were very full afterwards. Good to have you back, Xander.
Joel.
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