Crawley Leisure Park
After a day of fiddling with J’s car (discovering that the track rods are seized, the tracking is so far out that 3 out of 4 tyres are half bald, and the reason that the radio is on permanently is that the only-comes-on-when-you-turn-the-key line from the ignition appears to be disconnected) we went into Crawley for a celebratory meal in Nandos. Which was nice enough, but I was a bit spaced out after trying anew brand of antihistamines.