Thursday was busy again, everyone was back in the Salon. The day thankfully passed with no incident and no ticket and without a visit from Adam Anderson. I got home that evening and I was the only one home and I picked up the post as I walked in. My stomach churned as I read my handwritten name on an envelope with no address, to my horror was hand-delivered. I opened it slightly and saw the orange and black ticket, I was angry he was really starting to piss me off.
I was sat in Thomas' mini I was insured on all the family's car but my dad was overprotective had insisted I wouldn't drive alone until he felt I was confident but I had to go to the Escape club and hand back this bloody ticket.
I drove carefully but with speed through my hometown. I was careful as I overtook slower cars to ge
