Last Saturday my sister moved house, into a place everyone has agreed is a lot worse. Hendon. The place where shops give the money to the customers, with the knives, the houses have been set on fire and an example of the neighborhood watch is the city police force. When we got to the house it looked a lot better than I had expected and there was plenty of room. We got in the rented van that we were using to move the furniture, and it was horrible when ever you opened the doors he window would come down and when i would shut the door and the window closed, and it gave us quite a big shock the first time. But hen we pulled into a garage to fill up with diesel, but robbie who was driving, he's also my sisters husband, came back from the pump really quick and we thought he had hadn't payed for the fuel. He said to us 'Why should I bother paying, if they look at the registration, they will get the rental companies address, and if the police went to the rental company, they would get the address of the old house' so we thought he was cool and had became a proper hendoner then half-way back he said 'of course I payed for it' and then we lectured him all the way back, he described it as riding with beavus & butthead. so we locked him in the back. It was a fun day.