Murderous taxi drivers and house raids

Well another story time kiddies so gather round. Well this past week has been eventful much like any other week. It starts off with last Saturday when I met Amanda's parents, now that was a scary prospect. But it turned out they have the same jobs as my parents and it seems another poor soul had to go through all the castle and steam train visits like me! But they seemed to like me so it’s all gravy.

Then there was Monday where the nice mechanic at Liberty Park came and fixed my toilet and my heater, huzzah! He was a pretty cool guy so we sat around chatting about the substandard designs in Liberty Park and how the big bods are always after deposits.

Later that evening we were raided!!! Well, the two managers knocked on the door and pointed at the two freshly relocated dustbin bags I had left outside the door ready for moving to the dump downstairs, which I was promptly asked if they were going to be moved. They then let themselves in and began trying to knock down my other housemates doors while I received a barrage of questions 'Where are your housemates?' 'Have you seen them today?' 'When was the last time you saw them?' etc etc. Suddenly my door closes seems Amanda had woken up and decided the door needed to be shut. That started off the next level of questioning. 'Who’s that in there?' in which I replied no one, which in terms of about their enquiry is true. They continued to badger me about who was in my room so I walk up to the door and open it they then continued to try and summon my housemates even though they are not in. Finally during this slight calm I ask what this is about. They reply it’s for the council tax we know you have done yours. Then why give me the second degree! Geez. Anyway after that they went around pointing out various things we need to get fixed or our deposit will get taken and then vanished. After they had left I had to stand around for a bit to take in what had just happened.


Wednesday brought the killer taxi cab. We were off to Zanzibar’s traffic light night so we caught a cab. Once arrived Helen and Charu got out and me and Amanda sorted the money out to pay the guy. I get out. Amanda gets one leg out and he starts driving off knocking her to the floor, he promptly stops and gets out and just kinda stares in silence. Luckily Amanda was fine just a sprained wrist but I couldn’t believe it I was standing there gawking at the driver in disbelief. He said sorry and checked she was alright and promptly made a getaway when Helen asked for a refund. Very weird!