‘We’re renegades now. We’re outlaws. Bandits.’ This was my assessment as the builder boyfriend pulled up outside the house in his old truck with a load of wood hanging off the back.
White van man and dirty great pick-up truck man, in the case of the BB, have found a way around paying the Ulez.
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