The post thumped on to the mat, and Rachel picked it up, once she'd removed the dog. There were a couple of bills, a takeaway menu, and one from her majesty. How fancy, Rachel thought as she eagerly ripped it open. A court summons. Blast. She hadn't paid that bloody parking ticket. She knew there was something nagging her. Blast. Shrewsbury Court. She Googled it. London? Typical that they'd summons her to a city 300 miles away. A couple of weeks later, Rachel pulled up at Shrewsbury Court. Didn't look like a court she'd ever seen before. Pretty restaurant though. She went in, but there wasn't a barrister in sight. Just a communal garden and some houses. She looked at the letter again. They'd meant Shrewbury's court. Blast. She walked back out to the car, got in and spotted the parking ticket on the windscreen. Double yellows. Blast.
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