” Damn it” I shouted as my car broke down again. My real car was being repaired so I had to borrow a car from the garage. I was beginning to panic as I had an appointment in Bath in 50 minutes. I clumsily kicked the car and it revved up again. I got in and put my foot down on the pedal. I passed a group of scots as they danced around an orange poster of a famous fighter from Scotland. “What a weird bunch, ” I thought to myself as I came to the border control. I reached into my back pocket to take my passport when I realised that I had forgotten something… a pack of cigarettes.